I wish i was a pigeon
slipping through the heaven's
like a 747
everyone left down below
Locked in a house of my invention
learning the don't of fire prevention
if i roast marshmellows over their bodies
do you think god will still find their souls?
Just wanna be like we used to
under the influence
just wanna see like we used to
under the influence
under the influence
I dreamed i was a white tip
slipping through the pacific
my heart for a shipwreck
and your legs left down below
Some things they come
all things they go
there aint nothing like exploding
if you've got something to explode
something
Just wanna be like we used to
under the influence
just wanna see like we used to
under the influence
under the influence
Just wanna be like we used to
under the influence
just wanna see like we used to
under the influence
Under the in.. (oh oh)
under the in.. (oh oh)
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