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We put out to seas of joy last night |
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High waves all 'round our peyote boat |
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Suns and moons were looking down on us |
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We tripped and drank all the colours |
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From skies and waters of spaces |
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Trial trip on high |
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We kept on smoking the four winds |
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And we've been thinking what's left to do |
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Late we met an island in the sea |
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Smiling people stood and waited for us |
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Told us that we've crossed the channel twice |
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And so we built up some new words |
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To tell our good friends in England |
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Try a trip on high |
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When we came right in the isle's heart |
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We moved on higher in our minds |
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Time passed by right on a heavy bike |
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Truth went slow as if she needed a crutch |
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Suns and moons were looking down on them |
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They tripped and drank all the colours |
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From skies and waters of spaces |
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Trial trip on high |
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So keep on smoking the four winds |
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And go on thinking what's left to do |
