Though the sign says "Monterey: forty light years from right here,
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" We'll go anyway got a head start on the clouds as the view,
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dream-like, rolls away, while every song you hate is playing
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in your head softly a loving sound
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Now the quiet never stays porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays
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keeping me awake with this fine knit elastic cloud,
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stretching out living new age golden days
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but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost
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Fascination, overkill and sensation whole and violent when you're high
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you might touch down in gardens of gargantua
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when all the world is spinning say hello to him from all of us
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when all is all undone and sung without a sound
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over the always nobody elevates hoping for enlightning voices
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out of nowhere fastened tight crashing light into walls
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if you look around at all you might feel small where the soul lives
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where the whole thing is going down
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Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind,
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rain and everything and though the hum and sway gets me down
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I'll find the way to peace and openness but when
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I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact
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I'm waiting for everyone to shut up...
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Gargantua
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| I Mother Earth |
