Jets Fly By

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Jets Fly By

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Lyrics

Photographs in the graveyard Tangled up by the wind Another gig on a cold street A message behind a brick I don't mind it Hearing the jets fly by I'm under a blanket There's nowhere for me to fly Can't shake it This lethargy inside The cracks up and down the floorboards Ugly bars and flies There's gotta be someway to leave I'm going to magically grow wings In my Volkswagen Cigarettes burn outside The strange music matches Heavy brained and high Making out in the country Psychotropic woods Feel the dew on the grass And the music feels so good We're not dead Not alive We're just waiting To arrive

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Credits

Writers
  • James Webster