Up in the sky at night
thought I was gonna die
flying like a kite
way up high
nothing to see in sight
just clouds nearby
oh what plight
up in the sky
my clothes felt tight
especially my tie
never felt so much fright
on nothing could I rely
I was turning white
relief I couldnt buy
at that height
up in the sky
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