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Nabokov is sun-licked now |
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Upon the beach at Gruenewald |
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Brilliant and naked just |
| [00:28.320] |
The way that authors look |
| [00:35.990] |
Clare and Lady Manners drink |
| [00:38.370] |
Until the other cows go home |
| [00:41.060] |
Gossip till their lips are bleeding politics and all |
| [00:49.590] |
I'd rather be high |
| [00:54.600] |
I'd rather be flying |
| [00:59.730] |
I'd rather be dead or out of my head |
| [01:04.770] |
Than training these guns on those men in the sand |
| [01:09.760] |
I'd rather be high |
| [01:21.390] |
The Thames was black, the tower dark |
| [01:23.770] |
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment |
| [01:26.660] |
City's full of generals |
| [01:28.720] |
And generals full of shit |
| [01:36.280] |
I stumble to the graveyard and I lay down by my parents, |
| [01:40.860] |
Whisper "Just remember duckies |
| [01:43.580] |
Everybody gets got" |
| [01:50.340] |
I'd rather be high |
| [01:55.220] |
I'd rather be flying |
| [02:00.340] |
I'd rather be dead or out of my head |
| [02:05.350] |
Than training these guns of those men in the sand |
| [02:10.480] |
I'd rather be high |
| [02:21.850] |
I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it |
| [02:26.740] |
I'm so afraid that I will lose it |
| [02:31.730] |
I'd rather smoke and phone my ex |
| [02:34.250] |
Be pleading for some teenage sex, yeah |
| [02:40.330] |
I'd rather be high |
| [02:45.400] |
I'd rather be flying |
| [02:50.520] |
I'd rather be dead or out of my head |
| [02:55.520] |
Than training these guns on the men in the sand |
| [03:00.660] |
I'd rather be high, |
| [03:05.690] |
I'd rather be flying |
| [03:10.860] |
I'd rather be high |
| [03:15.870] |
I'd rather be flying |
