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Traded in the small town you called home
For a high rise apartment and some Cotes Du Rhone
Your glass is still empty and you don’t know why
Geographical cures are expensive lies

Sky high, hell yeah
You’re flying first class
With the wind in your hair
Crash land, oh no
Down in flames
That's the way it goes

Hit the bricks, phone in hand
Show everyone you know you think life is grand
A grand ain't worth what it used to be
When the rent check clears you’ll see what I mean

Sky high, hell yeah
You’re flying first class
With the wind in your hair
Crash land, oh no
Down in flames
That's the way it goes

Hail a cab in the rain
Gotta catch a train
Happy hour on a weekday
Down by the Barclays

All your fair-weather friends didn't call bull
When you regaled them with tales of bootstraps pulled
Self diagnosed case of a self made star
a shot of Novocaine from the mini bar

Sky high, hell yeah
You’re flying first class
With the wind in your hair
Crash land, oh no
Down in flames
That's the way it goes

Cab is on the way
Gotta catch another train
Brunch on a Sunday
Puking by the Barclays

You want the happy home on a cul-de-sac
A corner office and a Cadillac
A ride on the Montauk Cannonball
So you can say some day you had it all

Sky high, hell yeah
You’re flying first class
With the wind in your hair
Crash land, oh no
Down in flames
That's the way it goes

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from Flying First Class (Expanded Edition), released May 3, 2019

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