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When things are outta whack and they might collapse |
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And at the end of the day you still can't relax |
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And physically, you ache like a cavity |
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Feeling the bind all on your mind and the rest of your body |
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Listen to your heartbeat, flow and imagine |
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Become Jackson Pollack, airbrush Chinese dragons |
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Or a sky-blue conversion van or an Electra |
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Buick of the mind full of luminous matter |
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And slowly all the pressure recedes and you stop to decay |
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Naturally, think clearly |
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Ultimately through your grace will give way to traffic jams |
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Submachine guns in hand |
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City rednecks who think like the Omega Man |
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Feelin' the extremes of the times we're livin' |
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Stockpile Spaghetti-O's and Cheerios |
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Tryin' to survive that fallout shit |
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It's not ambiguous to be continuous |
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It's all about us, it's for real my man |
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The continuous life, there is no end |
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Movin' through life, movin' through death |
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It's not ambiguous to be continuous |
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It's all about us, it's for real my man |
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The continuous life, there is no end |
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Movin' through life, movin' through death |
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A radio emits a signal for |
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A loud noise the kind of which I've never heard before |
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I scan the dial for more stations |
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But all I get is an eerie feelin' |
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I'm not dreamin', this is the real dealin' |
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There's nothing like this trance, I'm caught in the daze |
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'Cause I'm finally out of my body, the blue lights are ablaze |
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Yeah, I'm really amazed and feelin' so light, that's right |
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Lift off and I'm into the sky |
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As if a hologram were created to shift my consciousness |
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Changed again and I'm flung in the riff |
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Yeah, I wanna be free, I wanna do right |
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I move through the portal to be purified |
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It's not ambiguous to be continuous |
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It's all about us, it's for real my man |
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The continuous life, there is no end |
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Movin' through life, movin' through death |
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It's not ambiguous to be continuous |
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It's all about us, it's for real my man |
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The continuous life, there is no end |
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Movin' through life, movin' through death |
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Lord, wish I could spin we be continuous |
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Just to feel man, yeah for real |
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The continuous life, there is no end |
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Movin' through life, movin' through death |
