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Through my window they arrive and bath me in lime glowing light |
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They get me high as they abduct, I will do as they instruct |
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They look towards their leafy ship, I understand and soon submit |
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Take me away |
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Kind bud kind of makes me cough |
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In vapor trails of pot exhaust |
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Kind bud space craft lifting off |
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Tripping out from this spaceweed, blurring starlights whiz by me |
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Flying further through deep space, traveling at cosmic pace |
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Vast and nebulous their route, returning to home no doubt |
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Fluid voyage to withstand, terrified, we start to land |
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Arriving upon this new world, a dense planet of crystal leafed curls |
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Pure sphere of thick vegetation, a highly evolved hemp civilization |
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Fortifications and towers loom chronoliths cloaked in carnivourous flowers |
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My mind is blow from what I see, extravagant extraterrestrial weed |
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Kind Bud |
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Space Bong |
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Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live |
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Where they creep, cruelty |
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Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live |
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Where the Kind live |
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Through crowded streets I am the herded, briefly my death seems averted |
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Past onlooking plant-people jeering, but it's where I am headed that I |
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Should be fearing |
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Too stoned to attempt an escape but I do understand what awaits |
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A table of instruments spells out my fate: a specimen to scientifically rape |
