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Multi-colored microbus |
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Plowing over rugged terrain |
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We're jacking the radio |
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Passing the afternoon train |
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Around the roses she showed us |
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Hyacinths and sage |
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Gold plated garden tools |
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Sunlamps and it's all the rage |
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Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out |
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You never know what you will find |
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When you go |
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Out of the blackness |
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Into the great big sky |
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Supercollider |
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Shooting inside your mind |
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Gather round the gas tower |
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Don't it kinda look like a bong |
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I heard it backwards |
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Hidden in a |
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Pink Floyd song |
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Stella Radiata |
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It's got to set your mind at ease |
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Spinning on the tire swing |
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Flying like |
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Tarzan through the trees |
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And back to the bus when the sun goes down |
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Try to aim it back into town |
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We're riding |
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Out of the blackness |
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Into the great big sky |
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Supercollider |
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Shooting inside your mind |
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And coriander grows along the banks where we go walking along at night |
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Creeping slowly over the ground |
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We tiptoe round the garden |
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Trying not to tramp it down |
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Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out |
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You never know what you will find |
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When you go |
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Out of the blackness |
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Into the great big sky |
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Supercollider |
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Shooting inside your mind |
