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Running through my mind, |
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seeking the truth |
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Hoping to find my way |
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through my own haze |
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Mother Ayahuasca, suffer the pain |
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Summon the birds |
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to sing a song in my brain |
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Closer to space where the lines disappear |
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A face in the hall but it's not quite clear |
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An old man, |
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he showed me our mission at hand |
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There's no way around, it's written in sand |
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Before my eyes, my future in sand |
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Mother Ayahuasca, |
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will you suffer my pain? |
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Send me in thirds |
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to dance alone in the rain |
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Will she save me from my own demise? |
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I seem to have shed my skin |
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Closer to space where the lines disappear |
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A face in the hall but it's not quite clear |
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An old man, |
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he showed me our mission at hand |
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There's no way around, it's written in sand |
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Before my eyes, my future in sand |
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It feels like something's wrong |
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Just learn to let it go |
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It feels like something's wrong |
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And let the vine take hold |
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I've found what I've been looking for |
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Deep within, a love all for myself |
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I sat and prayed for the sun |
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to go down the mountain |
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I know what harmony means |
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I felt the force, I felt the motion |
