Higher

Gilby Clarke

Composición de: Gilby Clarke
Bitter pills washed down with Vodka & hope Beautiful, 
but strung out, socially stoned Cold sweats and fake charms,
tranquilize my heart Tattoo euphoria on the battle scars

You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher

Speedballs, rememdy your world 
Speed killed the weirdo 
I built Circled my universe, tranquilized and died 
Can't watch you drag down a star in overdrive

You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher

This is the low, this is the low 
You're so alone, so alone, so alone

You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher
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