yeah, i get high. yeah, i ride a high horse. your party is just boring because i float from room to room listening to everybody talk about what they're drinkin or what they're smokin or what they're takin, and i can never escape, whichever room i walk into. i just want somebody to talk to about "(the angels wanna wear my) red shoes" by elvis
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