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Timothy Leary's dead. |
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No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. |
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Timothy Leary's dead. |
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No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. |
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He'll fly his astral plane, |
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Takes you trips around the bay, |
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Brings you back the same day, |
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Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary. |
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Timothy Leary's dead. |
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No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. |
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Timothy Leary's dead. |
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No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. |
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He'll fly his astral plane, |
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Takes you trips around the bay, |
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Brings you back the same day, |
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Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary. |
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Along the coast you'll hear them boast |
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About a light they say that shines so clear. |
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So raise your glass, we'll drink a toast |
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To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier. |
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He'll take you up, he'll bring you down, |
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He'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground. |
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He flies so high, he swoops so low, |
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He knows exactly which way he's gonna go. |
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Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary. |
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He'll take you up, he'll bring you down, |
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He'll plant your feet back on the ground. |
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He'll fly so high, he'll swoop so low. |
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Timothy Leary. |
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He'll fly his astral plane. |
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He'll take you trips around the bay. |
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He'll bring you back the same day. |
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Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary. |
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Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary. |
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Timothy Leary. |
