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I was just about as high as cloud nine

By the time noon hit, that new years day.

I had just walked the Edison bridge

As smooth as the breeze that propelled me

I went live for the world to see.

And just like that 

They lived vicariously through me

Seeing the wind blow through my hair,

Being blinded by the sunlight at various video angles,

Somehow someone's greatest fear was at full redemption of another

And they could feel.

And lost within the minds

They became as high as cloud nine

By the time noon hit

That new years' day.