We've got electric light - electric sight
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Electric mother river
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You float on down from town to town where they
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Think they are in a certain charge
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Moody angels and a little tree-goat
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- We might even try and we might even float
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Far up in the sky where mother Sun put her rays
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We can see the garden flow with its electric face
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And the knowledge we gained from clouds
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Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle
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To gather up some rain
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C'mon, the river rape them
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- Slaves of the moon
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And the monster will turn up in the end
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To settle down next June
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So, why do they strive across their stream of lies
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For they might turn vital, mean and wild
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And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn
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Them 'till they die
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I will leave far tonight You'd better find another
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Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment...
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Through and through
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Dead Man's Creek
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| In the Woods |
