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Paroles: Feeder. High Acoustic.

Guess, I'm stuck in a dream
Surrounded by colored leaves on the ground
As I stare at the trees
I see one fall down on my hand

As I start to explore
I can't ignore a man
He turns his head around
His face was all worn by the sun

I'm going out for a while
So I can get high with my friends, I will
I'm going out for a while
Don't wait up cos I won't be home today

Drifting down a road
Losing myself in a dream
Feel my hands getting cold
Sat in a boat on a lake

I'm going out for a while
So I can get high with my friends, I will
I'm going out for a while
Don't wait up cos I won't be home today

Climbing up trying my best as I sink
Climbing up trying my best as I sink again

Lying back on the floor
Reaching up high into space
See myself in a glass
I'm counting the lines on my face again
Counting the lines on my face again

I'm going out for a while
So I can get high with my friends, I will
I'm going out for a while
Don't wait up cos I won't be home today

I'm going out for a while
So I can get high with my friends, I will
I'm going out for a while
Don't wait up cos I won't be home today

Today, today, today, today