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You don't need your | Name in bright lights | You're a rockstar
You don't need your Name in bright lights You're a rockstar And some tin foil With a glass pipe Is your guitar - now yes it is! Little Angela Suffers delusions From these high times She's been cleaning up Since fourteen On the main line And her hunky, funky junky Of a boyfriend Got her on late nights With her skirt tight Whoa, she's a wild thing Oh, letting it all swing God bless our high times! Don't you know that last night Turned to daylight And a minute, became a day Last night All my troubles Well they seemed so, so far away I'm searching My reflection For a glimpse of another me I've got to get away from all these high times 'Cause these high times Are killing me! Now these high times go on and on and on High times to rock your mind, yeah This twisted, crystal kingdom Where you live your nine lives And your head spins With purple cyclones Made of Dexedrine And when the phone rings You think bad things Well, these are high high high high times, yeah In any backstreet When you take a hot seat Make sure you check your flight times Whoa, now mama! Last night Turned to daylight And a minute, became a day Last night All my troubles Well they seemed so, so far away I'm searching My reflection For a glimpse of another me I've got to get away from all these high times 'Cause these high times Are killing me! Last night Turned to daylight And a moment Half a world away Time can be so precious When you throw your Life away I can't help living it up Letting it all go wrong I can't believe in these white lines Knowing my life has gone Kids wanna give it up Kids wanna give it up Time to let your mind be free Searching for eternity Kids wanna give it up Kids wanna give it up Time to let your mind be free Searching for eternity Kids wanna give it up Kids wanna give it up Time to let your mind be free Searching for eternity Kids wanna give it up Kids wanna give it up Yeah, alright
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