Eight Miles High
Clark, McGuinn, Crosby / the Byrds
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Eight | miles | high, | and when you touch | down: |
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You'll find that it's | stranger than | known. |
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Signs | in the | street | that say where you're | going |
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Are somewhere | just being their | own. |
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No | where | is | there to be | found, |
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Among those | afraid of losing their | ground. |
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Mean | grey | town | known for its | sound: |
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In places, | small places un | bound. |
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Now | the | squares | of moving | storms: |
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Some laughing, | some just shapeless | forms. |
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Side | walk | scenes | and black limou | sines: |
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Some living | some standing a | lone. |