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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Coulson
George Coulson
Songwriter
Hamish Knowles
Hamish Knowles
Songwriter
Gregor Thomson
Gregor Thomson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Alxndr
Jim Alxndr
Producer

Lyrics

My grandpa was the best man I ever met
Wish you saw before his death
The graces he left
And all my life I try to do my best
But slippery are those steps
And I always make a mess
I keep falling into place
However high I go
There's only one way home
I keep falling into place however high I go
There's something to pull me under
There's something to drag me in
It digs its dirty teeth down
With its holy little grin
Maybe I won't ever touch the sky
I'm the man who can't get high
The other night I carried a man home
A man limping alone
It made me feel whole
But when I came home I said something so stupid
And you became the wounded
I'm no good I've concluded
I keep falling into place
However high I go
There's only one way home
I keep falling into place however high I go
There's something to pull me under
There's something to drag me in
It digs its dirty teeth down
With its holy little grin
Maybe I won't ever touch the sky
I'm the man who can't get high
(Ohhh)
The man who can't get high
(Ohhh)
The man who can't get high
(Ohhh)
Oh-ooo
(Ohhh)
I'm the man who can't get high
Written by: George Coulson, Gregor Thomson, Hamish Knowles
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