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Jamiroquai
Jamiroquai
Jamiroquai
Jamiroquai
1996
High Times
58
You don't need your name in bright lights
You're a rock star
And some thin foil with a glass pipe
Is your guitar, now yes it is

Little Angela suffers delusions
From these high times
She's been cleaning up
Since she was fourteen
On the main line
And her hunky funky junky
Of a boyfriend
Got her on late nights
With her skirt tight
Woah she's a wild thing, letting it all swing

Bless that
On that temper hold
Well they seemed so, so far away
Bless that
On that temper hold
Well they seemed so, so far away
Searching my reflection
For a glimpse of, another me

Oh
Hard times go on
And on and on
High times rock your mind yeah
This twisted crystal kingdom
Where you live your nine lives

And your head spins
With purple cyclones made of Dexedrine
And when the phone rings
Well these are high high
High high times yeah
In any backstreet when you take a hot seat
Make sure you check your flight times
Oh now mama

Bless that
On that temper hold
Well they seemed so, so far away
Bless that
On that temper hold
Well they seemed so, so far away
Searching my reflection
For a glimpse of, another me

Bless that
On that temper hold
Well they seemed so, so far away
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