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I asked the habitual partygoer
Just how high she thought she'd get
And I asked the ethereal girls
If they were floating yet
And so I asked the light of the day
What's this rush for heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away
And I could not ask again
The tabloid-tainted actress knows
The myth of higher ground
The thing she got from playing a nun
She got from sleeping around
And so I asked the light of the day
What's this rush for heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away
And I could not ask again
And i've been running uphill panting
Punching at the air
Fighting what's been pushing me down
Like I can't see it there
And so I asked the light of the day
What's this rush for heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away
And I could not ask again
And I saw all this climbing, climbing
Just as far from heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away
And I started climbing again
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