Weezer - High As A Kite Lyrics
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High As A Kite
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What Are The Lyrics For High As A Kite By Weezer?
I think I'm going parasailing
Miles above, it's so serene I'm letting go of all the troubles That I've seen, that I've seen Way up here, no one can touch me I'm drifting like a lost balloon I'm out of reach, I won't be coming down Any time soon, any time soon I'm high as a kite Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? Flying like a beautiful bird I'm high as a kite Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? Why I gotta come down to earth? I feel no pain, I feel no pleasure I only want to disappear So let me play this game for children And vanish into the atmosphere I'm high as a kite Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? Flying like a beautiful bird I'm high as a kite Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? Why I gotta come down to earth? When I'm high And I'm giving up the nightmare chase, oh whoa whoa And all I wanna do is blow my mind, oh whoa whoa All I wanna do is blow my mind I can fly up to the stratosphere High above the cirrus clouds Where I am one with the universe I'm high as a kite Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? Flying like a beautiful bird I'm high Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? Why I gotta come down to earth When I'm high? |
Who Wrote High As A Kite By Weezer?
Joshua Alexander Berman, Rivers Cuomo
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What's The Duration Of The High As A Kite By Weezer?The duration of High As A Kite is 3:47 minutes and seconds. |
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