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Well I've tasted the mustard seed and I've walked with the man |
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and I've read the isis papers but have always known what I am |
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and I can sing you songs about the mystical men |
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but I won't make much sense |
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I profess |
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oh, rainbow zephyr |
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let your beauty come alive |
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let your colour fill the sky |
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rainbow zephyr |
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why don't you liberate my mind? |
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let your colour fill the sky |
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she's in the waiting room and she's sat in line |
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well the question is why cos I've been good all my life |
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giving up the gift you say the good die young |
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now do gurus and philosophers still turn you on? |
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Chorus: ah, rainbow zephyr |
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let your beauty come alive |
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let your colour fill the sky |
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I said rainbow zephyr |
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why don't you liberate my mind? |
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let your colour fill the sky |
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its like a purse without violets |
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we go from the wheel to what's real |
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and I said this ain't no repograse |
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but I tell ya now its just the way I feel |
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are you a champion of science |
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or are you some freak show fool? |
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because what cannot be proved can still be true |
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