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I got a date with the master, my friend |
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A sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen |
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From perfection to disaster again |
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Thanx for showing me what's real |
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A rendezvous with the psychic once more |
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She's sneaking thought into my brain |
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I'm sure Am |
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I one of the cynic, the pure? |
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Am I one of the sane? |
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Who knows the troubled one that knows? |
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Prophets come and prophets go |
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And again |
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I tried to think |
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That burden only made me sink |
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Crawling back to |
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Isola to weep |
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Somewhere under the sea so deep |
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I don't know what to show ya that's neat |
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But it will be bigger than you and me |
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Who knows the troubled one that knows? |
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Prophets come and prophets go |
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And again |
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I tried to think |
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That burden only made me sink |
