| Voice in the daytime, a dream at night,
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| Out the screen door, in the moonlight,
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| Take a look and you’ll see someone saying, «Come unto me.»
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| Swing down from the winner’s seat,
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| Ears ringing to an ancient beat,
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| Lie down in the grass, oh, lie down,
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| Lie down, lie down in the grass.
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| Merry-go-round, a sight to see,
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| Spinning visions of enemies,
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| Disconnected, all alone,
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| Rest upon the cornerstone.
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| Swing down from the winner’s seat,
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| Ears ringing to an ancient beat,
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| Lie down in the grass, oh, lie down,
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| Lie down, lie down in the grass.
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| Wash your hands of twisted thought,
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| Pull the switches on what you’ve been taught,
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| Drop a line, make it straight,
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| A narrow path can lift the weight.
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| Swing down from the winner’s seat,
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| Ears ringing to an ancient beat,
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| Lie down in the grass, oh, lie down,
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| Lie down, lie down in the grass.
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| Voice in the daytime, a dream at night,
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| Out the screen door, in the moonlight — lie down,
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| Voice in the daytime, a dream at night,
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| Out the screen door, in the moonlight — lie down,
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| Voice in the daytime, a dream at night,
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| Out the screen door, in the moonlight — lie down,
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| Voice in the daytime, a dream at night,
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| Out the screen door, in the moonlight — lie down. |