High on a hill where the city seems tame

Beyond the shimmer is where I sit and hide




Hush now people, don't you cry

It takes a hundred fleas to fetch me from the sky



Here, what's mine is mine

Only the angels sing me something even finer

Yes sir, I don't care

For the common pace and the people still down there



Your lights still flicker in the cold tonight

Even with the tune I still won't feel right



If all the sleep will easily sway

My intentions of remaining up for one more day



Here, what's mine is mine

Only the angels sing me something even finer

Yes sir, I don't care

For the common pace and the people still down there



Here, what's mine is mine

Only the angels sing me something even finer

Yes sir, I don't care

For the common pace and the people still down there

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