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Flyin' through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel |
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The earth is turnin' and you know it very well |
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Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheelin' |
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And you're gonna hit the ceilin' like a mallet on a bell |
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Hey, blenderhead |
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They're starting to ask questions |
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Your transgressions a danger flashing sign |
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Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor |
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And feel those flywheels churn your blender |
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Head, yeah |
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Tally up the gleaming blender ventured on a wishing well |
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Each shining trinket has a story it can tell |
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Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining |
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Can become the rusted linin' of a deep neglected shell |
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Hey, blenderhead |
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You ask so many questions |
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Your confusion's a life affirming sign |
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Break from tradition and carry on with valor |
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And feel those flywheels churn your blender |
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Head, yeah |
