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Smoke up, do what you must do, wake up, inhale |
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The earth grown fumes - |
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Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep - |
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The morning star we reach, thank for yourself |
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And that's you - you times a million |
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Look around we surround the fields on guard for, |
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The perfection of the seed |
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Try hard, to stop us which you can't, out numbered, |
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By the marijuana camps - larger than nations, |
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I can't name one with out, must kill the king of drought |
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Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the skiy |
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Look around we surround the fields on guard for, |
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The perfection of the seed |
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This way of life has become an addiction |
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Despite right or wrong and the closed superstition |
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Despite right or wrong |
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Perfection of the seed |