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Do you enjoy your sight inside? |
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Disconnect and let me drift |
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Until my upside down is right side in |
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Society must let the artist go |
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To wander off into the nebula |
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Wander off into your nebula |
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Your nectarine of multiplicity |
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Cum like orgasmatron on overdrive |
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Wander off into your nebula |
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Your tangerine of electricity is ripe |
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And on a vine, so pick your prize |
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So in little black book, do I confide |
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Upon return, I conjure what was seen |
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I let it pulse and boil within my limbs |
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I lay my pencil to the porous page |
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And let my lunatic indulge itself |
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Wander off into your nebula |
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Your nectarine of multiplicity |
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Cum like orgasmatron on overdrive |
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Wander off into your nebula |
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Your tangerine of electricity is ripe |
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And on a vine, so pick your prize |
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Prize, prize, prize |
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Such as is found in nebula |
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Such as is found in nebula |
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Nebula, is found in, is found in |
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Disconnect and let me drift |
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Until my upside down is right side in |
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Society must let the artist go |
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To wander off into the nebula |
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Wander off into your nebula |
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Your nectarine of multiplicity |
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Cum like orgasmatron on overdrive |
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Wander off into your nebula |
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Your tangerine of electricity is ripe |
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And on a vine, so pick your prize |
