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She just woke up, but she's still tired
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Is that the telephone ringing?
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The curtains can't hold back the light
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That's reaching into her dreams
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Down in her heart
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If it had fingers, it'd be tearing it apart
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You be looking grovy
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In a sixties movie
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Maybe tell the press you died
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Little legend baby
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Try your very best to hide
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A green-tinted sixties mind
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She keeps some memories locked away
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But they are always escaping
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Neglect won't make them fade away
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They're reaching into her dreams
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Down in her heart
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Don't need fingers to be tearing it apart
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Gotta face the day
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There is no other way
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To clear the fog inside your mind
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Fill it up with dreams
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But all that she can seem to find
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A green tinted sixties mind
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Hangin out with Janis
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Moving to Atlantis
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Could've made it if you tried
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What's the point of force
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It's easy as a horse to ride
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A green-tinted sixties mind
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You be looking groovy
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In a sixties movie
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Maybe tell the press you died
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Little legend baby
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Try your very best to hide
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A green-tinted sixties mind
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You can't hide
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Green Tinted Sixties Mind
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| Mr. Big |
