| In my unconscious mind
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| Always searching for the other side
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| In my unconscious mind
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| The door is open unto every kind
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| Eyes open wide
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| Never see what I expect to find
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| Dressed in skins is my cosmic clan
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| Homo-sapiens demolished our wisdom, man
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| Through astral belts over dismal lands
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| Spirit on the run, I’m an alien
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| Into have beens and to have whens
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| Zillions of stars pretty thing human
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| Stardust and ziggy’s enough pulls our pad
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| Spirit on the run, I’m an alien
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| Flipping it now and taking it in
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| I made it out won’t go back again
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| But instead I’ll tumble ahead
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| In a forward spin
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| Flipping it now and taking it in
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| I made it out won’t go back again
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| But instead I’ll tumble ahead
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| Face in the wind
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| Let’s dance in discos, freak out in bed
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| We don’t die, we’re mutants on a caravan
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| All possible worlds we imagine
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| Spirit on the run, I’m an alien
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| Longing for Mars, longing for lands
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| Mysterious moons and heroes we jam
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| Frequencies serving escaping quicksand
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| Spirit on the run, Earth bound aliens
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| Momentum’s gathering
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| Soon all the tides will be turned turned turned
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| Make the most of what it brings
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| Rebuilding all the bridges that burned
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| Flipping it now and taking it in
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| I made it out won’t go back again
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| But instead I’ll tumble ahead
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| In a forward spin
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| Flipping it now and taking it in
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| I made it out won’t go back again
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| But instead I’ll tumble ahead
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| Face in the wind
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| In my unconscious mind
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| Always searching for the other side |