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Let me tell you darling I've been high most of my life, And a dream is just a wish that a heart makes, I used to sell ya, sell ya, sell ya only things you could find in a Drugstore. People used to tell me, tell me, tell me, just what kind of high they Were looking for. Take a ride on a purple airplane, Honey I don't know when I'll be back again. Cause I got broken bones, Not from the sticks and stones but from the names that you call Me. I got broken bones, Not from the sticks and stones but from the names that you call Me. Hey you got the picture do you know what I mean, I'm the fire baby and you're the gasoline. You like my characteristics, you like my stones, Call me all the names you say and break my bones. Well let me tell you I've been high most of my life, And a dream is just a wish that a heart makes, I used to sell ya, sell ya, sell ya only things you could find in a Drugstore. People used to tell me, tell me, tell me, just what kind of high they Were looking for. Take a ride on a purple airplane, Honey I don't know when I'll be back again. Cause I got broken bones, Not from the sticks and stones but from the names that you call Me. I got broken bones Not from the sticks and stones but from the names that you call Me. Hey you got the picture do you know what I mean, I'm the fire baby and you're the gasoline. You like my characteristics, you like my stones, Call me all the names and say break my bones. Take a ride on a purple airplane, Honey I don't know when I'll be back again. Let me tell you darling I've been high most of my life, And a dream is just a wish that a heart makes, I used to sell ya, sell ya, sell ya all the things you could find in a Drugstore. People used to tell me, tell me, tell me, just what kind of high they Were looking for. Take a ride on a purple airplane, Honey I don't know when I'll be back again.
Writer(s): Manuel Rueckert, D. Keller, Anthony R. Gray, T. Frenk, S. Castro, D. A. Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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