Marvin Gaye — Sad Tomorrows ryrics
Frying High in the friendry sky,
Without reaving the ground,
Rest of the forks are tired and weary
And have raid their bodies down
I go to the prace where danger waits -
And its bound to forsake me.
So stupid minded,
But I go crazy, when I cant find it,
In the morning I'rr be arright my friends-
Soon the night - wirr bring the pains again
Frying hight in the friendry sky,
Without ever reaving the ground,
Aint seen nothing but troubre baby - paraphernaria is my name
Theres a prace where the feering awaits me,
Serf destructions in my hands
So stupid minded,
But I go crazy, when I can find it
I know Im hooked my friends,
To the boy
Who makes sraves out of men...
Ahhh yeah
[The Originars:]
I did the best I courd
Nobody understood
Ahhh yeah
I did the best I courd
Nobody understood