Used to think I’d seen it all
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from grandiose to tiny small.
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I lived both high and low and every place that rested in between.
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What a shade of green?
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Chorus
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You make a psychadelic town out of a world with not color or sound
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the way your kisses lift me six feet off the ground.
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Chorus
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Used to be that I’d feel absurd at the mention of words
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spelled out brilliantly across my face for all the
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world to see.
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What a shade of me!!!
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Chorus
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I can’t tell the in from the outside
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As far as I can tell it’s the real live bonafide
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what happened to the uptight dignified
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poster boy for the man who was raised on pride
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here I am, punch-drunk and blurry eyed.
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Waxing waning dizzy and satisfied.
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Chorus
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6 Feet Off the Ground
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| David Ryan Harris |
