Jean Beauvoir - Higher Lyrics
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Higher
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What Are The Lyrics For Higher By Jean Beauvoir?
Can you take me to that special place?
Something deep in my head I don't care if I, if I spend half the night Not knowing what I said, yeah See, I'm living in this real world so long Need some time to get away way In the evening, not talking every day And only 'til I'm feeling right Take me higher (Every time I think it will end) Till my body is flying (I'm getting closer, a little closer) I wanna get higher (Always wanna do it again) 'Cause I gotta keep tryin' (I'm getting closer, a little closer) To touch the sky Here, I'm sitting on the edge of my thrown Feel like, feeling I'm alive It's the weekend, I've been working hard And I'm out with the guys Little darlin's need to powder their nose Well, at least that's how the story goes Take me higher (Every time I think it will end) Till my body is flying (I'm getting closer, a little closer) I wanna get higher (Always wanna do it again) 'Cause I gotta keep tryin' (I'm getting closer, a little closer) To touch the sky Let's stay up all the night So we can party, I've got to party I've got to party, yeah I've got to party, I've got to party Take me higher (Every time I think it will end) Till my body is flying (I'm getting closer, a little closer) I wanna get higher (Always wanna do it again) 'Cause I gotta keep tryin' (I'm getting closer, a little closer) To touch the sky |
Who Wrote Higher By Jean Beauvoir?
Jean Beauvoir
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What's The Duration Of The Higher By Jean Beauvoir?The duration of Higher is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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