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I'm piled up high, the morning light |
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A giant silver screen |
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I'm waiting for my mind to land |
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I'm living in a dream |
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Yeah |
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I'm a wizard, I got magic sticks |
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I'm drinking liquid gold |
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The taste of metal in my mouth |
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Infected all my bones |
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The light so bright, but when I close my eyes, it all explodes |
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I'm piled up high, the morning light |
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A giant silver screen |
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I'm waiting for my mind to land |
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I'm living in a dream |
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Oh yeah |
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I can't explain why colors fade |
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And everything's a fuss |
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I feel like I'm a winter's day |
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And not a hippie had enough |
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I'm piled up high, the morning light |
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A giant silver screen |
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I'm waiting for my mind to land |
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I'm living in a dream |
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I'm piled up high, the morning light |
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And everything's unreal |
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The wizard lost his magic sticks |
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The wall turned into stone |
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The taste of metal in his mouth |
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And everything explodes |
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I'm piled high, the morning light |
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A giant silver screen |
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I'm waiting for my mind to land |
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'Cause everything's unreal |
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Oh yeah |