Being Free, Just Like That Bluebird.

Look up here, I’m in heaven

I’ve got scars that can’t be seen

I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen

Everybody knows me now

*

Look up here, man, I’m in danger

I’ve got nothing left to lose

I’m so high, it makes my brain whirl

Dropped my cell phone down below

Ain’t that just like me?

*

By the time I got to New York

I was living like a king

Then I used up all my money

I was looking for your ass

*

This way or no way

You know I’ll be free

Just like that bluebird

Now, ain’t that just like me?

*

Oh, I’ll be free

Just like that bluebird

Oh, I’ll be free

Ain’t that just like me?

Lazarus, by David Bowie

Rest in love & light! You live on in the lives and hearts of those you touched.

 

 

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