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Jamiroquai - High Times (Live in Verona)

R&B

Année2015

Durée6m

Regarder maintenant

7.5

Jamiroquai - High Times (Official Audio) Listen on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/JamiroquaiHT_Spotify Buy on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/JamiroquaiHT_iTunes Amazon: http://smarturl.it/JamiroquaiHT_Amazon ------------------------------------------------- Follow Jamiroquai Website: http://www.jamiroquai.co.uk/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JamiroquaiOfficialfref=ts Lyrics 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 cleanin' up since fourteen on the main line And her hunky, funky, junky of a boyfriend Got her on late nights with her skirt tight Oh, she's a wild thing, oh, letting it all swing God, bless our high times Don't you know that last night turned to daylight And a minute became a day Last night all my troubles, well, they seemed so, so far away Oh now, searchin' my reflection for a glimpse of another me I've got to get away from these high times 'Cause these high times are killin' me Now high 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 purple cyclones made of dexadrine And when the phone rings, you think bad things 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 Last night turned to daylight and a minute became a day Last night, all my troubles, well, they seemed so, so far away Oh, searchin' my reflection for a glimpse of another me I've got to get away from all these high times 'Cause these high times are killin' me Rock on and on and on and on and on High times to rock your mind Now drop it this time Paranoia will destroy ya, paranoia will destroy ya Paranoia will destroy ya, paranoia, paranoia this time Last night turned to daylight and a minute became a day Last night all my troubles, well, they seemed so, so fa