| Through my window they arrive and bath me in lime glowing light
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| They get me high as they abduct, I will do as they instruct
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| They look towards their leafy ship, I understand and soon submit
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| Take me away
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| Kind bud kind of makes me cough
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| In vapor trails of pot exhaust
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| Kind bud space craft lifting off
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| Tripping out from this spaceweed, blurring starlights whiz by me
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| Flying further through deep space, traveling at cosmic pace
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| Vast and nebulous their route, returning to home no doubt
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| Fluid voyage to withstand, terrified, we start to land
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| Arriving upon this new world, a dense planet of crystal leafed curls
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| Pure sphere of thick vegetation, a highly evolved hemp civilization
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| Fortifications and towers loom chronoliths cloaked in carnivourous flowers
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| My mind is blow from what I see, extravagant extraterrestrial weed
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| Kind Bud
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| Space Bong
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| Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
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| Where they creep, cruelty
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| Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
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| Where the Kind live
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| Through crowded streets I am the herded, briefly my death seems averted
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| Past onlooking plant-people jeering, but it’s where I am headed that I
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| Should be fearing
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| Too stoned to attempt an escape but I do understand what awaits
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| A table of instruments spells out my fate: a specimen to scientifically rape |