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Sep 2010
This feeling that I'm feeling
is like no other.
I'm lifted, in another level,
higher than my deepest imagination.
     You make me high.

I'm floating past clouds,
soaring with eagles in flight.
There's freedom in this sensation,
a freedom locking me inside this addiction.
     You make me high.

And I don't wanna come down.
Descending is not an option.
You ****** me into your mellow ecstacy,
I'm elevating to your love supreme.
     Baby, you make me high.

I need a fix of satisfaction,
'cause this fixation has got it's grip on me.
Take me higher with your adoration,
making me adore you, worship you.
Force me to crave you.
You have a hold on me.
     You make me high.
Written by
Christian Tranks
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   Rich Miller, C and Alexis
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