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.
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Legend Of A Mind
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| Moody Blues |
