Titel: Eight miles high
Artist: Golden earing
Eight miles high
\n and when you touch down
\n You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
\n Signs in the street
\n That say where you’re going
\n Are somewhere, just being there own
\n Nowhere is, there warmth to be found
\n Among those, afraid of losing their ground
\n Rain, grey town, known for it’s sound
\n In places, small faces unbound
\n ‘Round the squares, huddled in storms
\n Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
\n Sidewalks scenes, and black limousines
\n Some living, some standing alone
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