EIGHT MILES HIGH

The Byrds

Eight miles high
And when you touch down

You'll find that it's
Stranger than known

Signs in the street
That say where you're going

Are somewhere just
Being their own

Nowhere is there to be found
Among those afraid
Of losing their ground

Mean grey town known for its sound
In places small places unbound

Now the squares of moving storms
Some laughin
Some just shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes
And black limosines
Some living and some standing alone

Soft karaoke
Words
BASS
ELEC PIANO
LEAD GUITAR
RHYTHM GUITAR
MELODY
BD
SN
HH
CRASH
RIDE
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