Can't you read the patterns, can't you see the end
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what goes around comes around, here we go again yeah.
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Can't you read the patterns, can't you see the end
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what goes around comes around, here we go again yeah.
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Can't you feed your senses enough to realize to see
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just how the story goes, the way the pendulum strikes.
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Rest my head on the mushroom dust spending vacuum time.
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Mark her turns with my silver brush watching from the sky.
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And there is no difference no rich and open minds.
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No change no further evolution, no wisdom earned by time.
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Where's the point in racing endlessly
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when it's enough by far to blow us clean.
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It takes the day when stars fall from the sky
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before our hearts gets wider than our pride.
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I can see tomorrow with my rearview eye.
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Our past will twist and turn again,
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I see the mushroom smile
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Mushroom Smile
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| Desultory |
