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High Highs

I was old school riding slamming my doors Recline, shine like a pimp 'suppose to Life ain't nothing but a EQ of highs and lows EQ's highs and lows I

hollows As my lost spirit follows In the end I don't know how But I got there Crazy head spinning Take more time thinking Then falling from blue highs

show my reflection I try to ignore the decay Listen harder to the tone The pitch of your broad chest As it exhales into mine Old highs new lows Ain

prozac Nobody knows the highs and the lows Sports cars and fancy souvenirs That you collected all these years So proud and self assured, hold your head high

to bury the ax but you kept it sharp 'cause you're not done yet I still wait for those high highs gonna wait for those high highs gonna wait for those high highs

Traducere: American Hi-Fi. Maximele si minimele.

Traducere: Boys ordinară. Superior Vânt.

prozac Nobody knows the highs and the lows Sports cars and fancy souvenirs That you collected all these years So proud and self assured, hold your head high

[ the experience of life shows different ways...] [sometimes up... sometimes down] when you told me that i've been here before can't remember, can't