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new years eve we dropped mushrooms |
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and danced around the house |
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making music with everything that we found |
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incantation replaced resolution |
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and we vowed to allow each perfection we could be |
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and the goddesses sent word |
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that this would be a red letter year |
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they didn't mention how much shit was gonna change around here |
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it's just as well we weren't swollen with unfocused dread |
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we had visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads |
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dancing in our heads |
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first you go under and then you coming up gives you bends |
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and when you break the surface |
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and all you see is your friends |
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so you grab your purple crayon |
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and flush out the picture behind |
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and finally the whole world is made of one unbroken line |
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one unbroken line |
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and when you wake up sick as a dog |
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with dull eyes and really bad hair |
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standing under a lit sign with the words on air |
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and the water is rising it's coming in everywhere |
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just remember you are there |
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you're always, always there |