I´m piled up high the morning light
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A giant silver screen
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I´m waiting for my mind to land
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I´m living in a dream
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I´m a wizard I´ve got magic sticks
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I´m drinking liquid gold
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The taste of metal in my mouth
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Infected all my bones
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The light´s so bright but when I close my eyes
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It all explodes
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I´m piled up high, the morning light
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A giant silver screen
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I´m waiting for my mind to land
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I´m living in a dream
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I can´t explain why colors fade
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And everything´s a fuzz
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I feel like I´m a winter´s day
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Another hippie had enough
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I´m piled up high the morning light
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A giant silver screen
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I´m waiting for my mind to land
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I´m living in a dream
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I´m piled up high the morning light
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And everything´s unreal
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The wizard lost his magic sticks
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The world turned into stone
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The taste of metal in his mouth
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And everything explodes
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I´m piled up high, the morning light
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A giant silver screen
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I´m waiting for my mind to land
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Cause everything´s unreal
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| Mustasch |
