I asked the habitual party goer 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?
And 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?
And I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again
He fell in the mud and he became enlightened
I wonder, who’s laughing now?
And I’ve been running uphill, panting, punching at the air
Fighting what’s been pushing me down, like I can see it there
And so I asked the light of the day, what’s this rush for heaven?
And I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again
And I saw all this climbing, climbing, just as far from heaven
And I saw a bird fly away, and I started climbing again
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