EIGHT MILES HIGH
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1. 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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2. Nowhere is there one 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 unbound.
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3. Now the squares of moving storms,
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some laughing, some just shapeless forms.
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Sidewalk scenes and black limousines,
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some
living, some standing alone.
(capo 1st)
(The Byrds)