Los Lobos - High Places Lyrics

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High Places

High Places Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For High Places By Los Lobos?
The advantage of being in high places
Is that you never have to look up The advantage of being in high places Is that you never have to look up And you feel like a big shot It makes you feel like a big shot It makes you feel like a big shot Makes you feel like a real big shot The advantage of being in high places Is that people look so small The advantage of being in high places Is that people look so small And you feel like a big shot It makes you feel like a big shot It makes you feel like a big shot Makes you feel like a real big shot The trouble with being in high places Is when you fall it's a long way down The trouble with being in high places Is when you fall it's a long way down The trouble with being in high places The trouble with being in high places The trouble with being in high places The trouble with being in high places Is when you're down nobody picks you up The trouble with being in high places Is when you're down nobody picks you up Cuz you acted like a big shot So what happened to the big shot So what happened to the big shot You thunk you were a real big shot The trouble with being in high places The trouble with being in high places The trouble with being in high places The trouble with being in high places |
Who Wrote High Places By Los Lobos?
Perez Hidalgo
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What's The Duration Of The High Places By Los Lobos?The duration of High Places is 4:22 minutes and seconds. |
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