Lyrics Eight Miles High - The Byrds
Eight
miles
high
And
when
you
touch
down
You'll
find
that
it's
stranger
than
known
Signs
in
the
street
That
say
where
you're
going
Are
somewhere,
just
being
their
own
Nowhere
is
There
warmth
to
be
found
Among
those
afraid
of
losing
their
ground
Rain-gray
town
Known
for
its
sound
In
places
small
faces
unbound
Round
the
squares
Huddled
in
storms
Some
laughing,
some
just
shapeless
forms
Sidewalk
scenes
And
black
limousines
Some
living,
some
standing
alone
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