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The last time I got stoned |
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Turning the pages of memory as if they were a book |
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I wrote with smoke in the margins of my life |
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Knowing that the future and the past are all one |
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And that the moment now is all we ever have |
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Looking for lovers on the blink rims of our eyes |
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Writing with smoke on the ceilings of our lives |
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A paisley curtain that never stops moving |
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A neon sign that never stops blinking |
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Mind expanding into eternity with us or without us |
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Oh, smoke that we are and were and will become |
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Let me flow your spirals to the light |
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Leaving my body behind, leaving my mind |
