Drunk on a morning sky
it's the kind of day
you wanna wrap your arms around
watching the white birds fly as they circle up and float in space
preaching their religion without a sound
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and I know the world's gone mad
crazy with greed
but I can't fix it all today
'cause my rollercoaster heart is climbing up it's track oh yeah
and there ain't a damn thing in it's way
and I'm stupid with aimless glee
and I'm talking to the trees
and come fly with me