Sky high
looking up on,looking down on,
I'm floating in the air.
Seems so restless, when I'm so peacfull,
you know I don't have care.
I've come down town,
my feet on the ground,
any familiar face I know?
I would tell you, all about it,
but only I alone should know.
And I come down to where I once stood and looked up in ore.
If I fell down I'd dissapear before I hit the floor.
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