| Beneath the summer skies I gaze upon the passing of the sun, the daylight dies
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| Remote this wilderness, I pack myself a monster of a bowl behind the veil of
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| mist
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| Vacation here in Canada, I came to see the northern lights and I came here for
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| the buds
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| To pass this time in solitude, and to clear my head
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| A clear and eerie sky, there’s an opening in the clouds, the stars are shining
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| brightly
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| From beside a lake I watch, for the dancing
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| Northern lights, I spark the pipe, to get feeling right
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| But the THC tears into me
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| Not so fine, but the bud is kind, and the lights I find
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| Now I know I’m high because lights fall from the sky
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| No one can hear my cry
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| The burn in my eyes, clouded vision, psychedelic surprise
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| All around me the lights make their advance
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| Like a great green ghost
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| Stellar stalker, unfamiliar cosmic host
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| Fucked with northern lights, madness, paranoia, fright
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| Fucked with northern lights, this fancy bud ain’t so tight
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| I fail to scream but my body’s being entered by this thing
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| Glowing green orbs flight, I’m really getting fucked tonight
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| Paralyzed with fear the northern lights appear
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| If I’d known it’d be like this I’d have settled for a beer
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| Northern lights, I spark the pipe, to get feeling right
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| But the THC tears into me
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| Not so fine, but the bud is kind, and the lights I find
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| Now I know I’m high, I have now lost my mind |