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' See, I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do. |
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And if you don' t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a |
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favor: Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all |
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your cd' s and burn em'. Cause you konw what? The musicians who' ve made |
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all that great music that' s enhanced your lives throughout the years. . . |
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RRRRRRRRRRRRReal fuckin high on drugs. ' |
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, Bill Hicks ' another dead hero' -- |
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Dreaming of that face again. |
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It' s bright and blue and shimmering. |
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Grinning wide |
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And comforting me with it' s three warm and wild eyes. |
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On my back and tumbling |
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Down that hole and back again |
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Rising up |
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And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. |
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In. . . Out. . . In. . . Out. . . In. . . Out. . . |
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A child' s rhyme stuck in my head. |
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It said that life is but a dream. |
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I' ve spent so many years in question |
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to find I' ve known this all along. |
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' So good to see you. |
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I' ve missed you so much. |
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So glad it' s over. |
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I' ve missed you so much |
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Came out to watch you play. |
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Why are you running? ' |
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Shroud-ing all the ground around me |
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Is this holy crow above me. |
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Black as holes within a memory |
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And blue as our new second sun. |
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I stick my hand into his shadow |
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To pull the pieces from the sand. |
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Which I attempt to reassemble |
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To see just who I might have been. |
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I do not recognize the vessel, |
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But the eyes seem so familiar. |
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Like phosphorescent desert buttons |
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Singing one familiar song. . . |
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' So good to see you. |
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I' ve missed you so much. |
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So glad it' s over. |
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I' ve missed you so much. |
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Came out to watch you play. |
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Why are you running away? ' |
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Prying open my third eye. |
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So good to see you once again. |
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I thought that you were hiding. |
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And you thought that I had run away. |
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Chasing the tail of dogma. |
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I opened my eye and there we were. |
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So good to see you once again |
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I thought that you were hiding from me. |
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And you thought that I had run away. |
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Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. |
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Prying open my third eye |