On a High Ledge

Father, I think I'm different
I don't like playing with the other boys
Father, I'm different
I like the way the flowers smell

On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge

I want to cry but I don't know how
My lips are chapped
My hands are soft
Circles don't fit into squares

On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge

(Man up, man)
(Man up, man)
(Man up, man)
(Man up, man)



Credits
Writer(s): Ash Wilson, Dan Cunniff, Jordan Pugh, Henry Cox, Mike Cunniff, Mike A Sapone
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