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Come along, come along- |
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Follow the way that leads between madness and madness |
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Flowers on both sides, each side has weeds and gladness and sadness |
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Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open |
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Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense |
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Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely |
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Make the madness stop |
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Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping groping nonsense |
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Pathways are green and black and white and yellow and crimson |
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Walk on the rainbow flooded by boths sides truths and opinions |
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Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open |
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Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense |
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Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely |
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Make the madness stop |
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Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping groping nonsense |
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Honesty and purity, beauty and sincerity |
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Doesn't that sound corny |
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Wish that I were corny |
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Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open |
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Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense |
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Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely |
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Make the madness stop |
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Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping groping nonsense |
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Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open |
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Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense |
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Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely |
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Make the madness stop. |
