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Dr. Octagon, paramedic focus on the East
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for priests my anisthetics prescribe a certain fertilizer
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Homegrown computer wise on the microphone
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Utilizing tracks inverted by animical
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High typical force, space sex intercourse
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You get lost, and memorize to the Enterprise
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Scotty the Captain, Mr. Spock keeps rappin
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4212, the shit moves at warp speed
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Dynamic 7, navigation of the coppers
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Moving in crystals, operating lightspeed
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I see the plants, they're growing
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Blue Flowers (2X)
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Cyber analog through virtual reality
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Different colors of earth rocks in variety
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Medical equal, with helmets on the space people
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Galactic at 8, the verdict can't demonstrate
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You be confused, and disobeying planet rules
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Biochemistry, with stars for publicity
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Megasonic bass, with data chips in your face
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Nuclear lend drums, that bang hard on dark tracks
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Reacting reverb, concious spots on your nerve
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I take a break like James Brown to the bridge
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*singing* Sailing, takes me away
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To wherever I'm really going.. shoobedowop
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Up, up, and away!
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In my beautiful, balloon!
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Optical biofeedback, magnetic borders
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X-Ray you see skeletons fly North for the next day
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We give passes covered with dioxalyn gases
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Return
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*singing again* Here's George Jetson!
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Back with intriguing positive minerals
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You enter the center search and raiding at random
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with no condom, no rubbers will reach the testicles
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and effect em, by animal means, I'm in your spectrum
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As I walk through the garden of orange tomatoes, I see
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Blue Flowers (3X)
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blue flowers... yes...
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Blue Flowers Revisited
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