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Running all the time
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and knowing time is running out
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and knowing all what time's about
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Dreaming all those dreams so evil
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so evil are the dreams we dream tonight
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But the man in the moon sits tight, and he says:
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"Come, come and try some cosmic weed
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and glance a world so strange indeed"
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Fading little ones
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not knowing they soon fade away
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the tiny mushroom houses of yesterday
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Dreaming all those dreams so evil
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so evil are the dreams they dream tonight
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But the man in the moon he smiles, and he says:
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"Come, come and try some cosmic weed
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and glance a world so strange indeed"
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Knowing there's no evil down where I go
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Knowing there's no evil tonight
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Knowing there's no evil down where I go to find it all out
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"Come, come and try some cosmic weed
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and glance a world so strange indeed"
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Cosmic Weed
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| Lake of Tears |
