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You dig /everything in life / everything you've seen |
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Everywhere you've been / you have been thinking all of the time |
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Everything that's happened to you / has been made or construed to brood |
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At least passively in the life of the mind |
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You dig / memory is such / nothing gets away |
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Everything you touch / finds a place / deep inside your inner clutch |
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And it seems gigantical scenes / pouring in from your outer dreams |
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Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch |
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And once you think it / naught you can do to stop / you've simply got to cop |
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Nevertheless the thought can really wig you |
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Like sometimes |
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I'll / go for a run / there's nothing |
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I expect to run to |
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When all of the sudden the thought begins / a feeling like in my brain there lives an alien / |
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And it gets funky then |
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Then I think / maybe |
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I am just a little man in a space capsule |
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Riding 'round in a balloon / deep down inside my head(Some big old giant's head - dig?) |
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I'm driving the running / the motion sequence of running and pushing and |
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Pumping the oxygen deep in the plumbing / sumping on to some-way |
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Some-how keep on moving the giant / keeping him pliant |
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Right now an arch-typical synap-tically of light / a firing anatomical hit |
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Is right now getting down / dig? |
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Shooting a rapid-fire sparkle-chemical in the atmosphere, here& thinking that |
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I'm thinking of thinking / only makes me think a kink |
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In a way / that only goes to cite that |
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Descartes was right! |
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You dig /everything in life / everything you've seen |
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Everywhere you've been / you have been thinking all of the time |
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Everything that's happened to you / has been made or construed to brood |
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At least passively in the life of the mind |
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You dig / memory is such / nothing gets away |
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Everything you touch / finds a place / deep inside your inner clutch |
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And it seems gigantical scenes / pouring in from your outer dreams |
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Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch |
