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I'm up in the cosmos |
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With my eyes closed |
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I'm down in the meantime |
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Wondering what time means. |
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I'm out on the icing |
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Hovering and buffering |
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I'm down in the meantime |
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Living with machines |
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In this conscious reality. |
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I'm walking on the sidewalk |
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Listening to people talk. |
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I'm swimming in some sea waves |
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Underneath a freeway. |
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I'm climbing up on a mountain and then |
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I'm meeting up with the sun again. |
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I'm following my mind home |
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And counting up my chromosomes |
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Then drowning in sea foam |
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Then drowning in sea foam |
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Too many trees will make you like a bird |
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Just sitting grumbling subsonic words. |
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Itchy feet will make you want to run |
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Away from the concrete that's absorbing the sun. |
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Stinky people will make you like to leave and retreat to your own stinky air that you breathe. |
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Geometric shapes will make you have to wait 'til you're old enough to finish your plate |
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And whatever wars you wage. |
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I'm up in the cosmos |
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With my eyes closed |
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I'm down in the meantime |
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Wondering what time means. |
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I'm out on the icing |
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Hovering and buffering |
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I'm down in the meantime |
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Living with machines |
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In this conscious reality. |
