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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bird Streets
Bird Streets
Performer
Charlene Kaye
Charlene Kaye
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Brodeur
John Brodeur
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Sansone
Patrick Sansone
Producer

Texty

I get high at midnight
I get high at 9 AM
I get high and I walk around
And forget where I am
I get high when I socialize
I get high and try to hide
I get high and I wonder why
Nothing gets me high
Nothing gets me high
Nothing gets me high
It’s the apple on the tree
They told you wasn't fit to eat
It's the secret passageway
To where the forest meets the street
It’s the ringing in your ears
and the longing in your bones
It’s the creeping feeling
That you’re just like everyone else
Alone
We are all alone
Alone
We are all alone
I get high and everything’s alright
I get high and everything’s alright
I get high and everything’s alright
I get high and everything’s alright
It’s the apple on the tree
They told you wasn't fit to eat
It's the secret passageway
To where the forest meets the street
It’s the ringing in your ears
and the longing in your bones
It’s the creeping feeling
That you’re just like everyone else
Alone
We are all alone
Alone
We are all alone
Written by: John Brodeur
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