Everybody seems so far away
We're lying on a beach in the sun
Looking for a hole in the sky
That we could climb out of

Flip on the radio
It's a song I've heard before
It's a song to burn the clouds away

All my friends get high

They say the day has to end
But we never get tired
All the lights shine
Beads upon your eyes, whoa I

Use stars as candlelight
Come here every night
There's no chance of them finding us today

All my friends get high

All my friends get high
All my friends get high
They're never gonna find us
All my friends get high
In the wide open space

All my friends get high
In the color of your skin
All my friends get high
At the bottom of your soul

All my friends get high
There's a hole in the sky
All my friends get high
With a place for everyone

All my friends get high
Lying on the beach in the sun
Lying on the beach in the sun
All my friends get high

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Writer(s): CHRIS CARTER, FRANCIS FAZZINA, MARIQUEEN MAANDIG, MARK LEWIS, NATHAN VAN HALA, ROBERT SCHURGIN