| By the Bay waters
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| Berkeley’s daughters
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| Called me to be an Aquarian child
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| I was the crazed model
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| For somebody’s novel
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| Bought from the bookstore where Howl was on trial
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| And there we unraveled and dutifully travelled
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| Out of our minds there
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| We were out of our minds there
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| Going out of our minds to find something better
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| The old world was fading
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| The canvas was waiting
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| Pale eucalyptus and lavendr light
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| We courted the mayhm
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| Talked with our brethren
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| They yelled at the sun and they wandered at night
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| And everything mattered, all blissed out and tattered
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| And out of their minds
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| Oh, they were out of their minds, oh
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| Floating out of their minds to find something better
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| I met you there later
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| A candlelit Seder
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| Holy polemics we thought were long gone
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| And Berkeley, still Pagan
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| Still angry at Reagan
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| Brought us to bed by the luminous dawn
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| Our souls and their secrets promised to keep us
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| Out of all time, there
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| In a place out of time, there
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| And whatever we’d find we’d find it together
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| Those indelible places
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| We only see traces
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| Dubious auras of purple and green
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| And now it’s commuters
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| With silver computers
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| Fed into trains bound for Moloch’s machine
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| I still have my moments
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| My signs and my omens
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| Holding my faith there like rain in a cloud
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| Where up from the ruins
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| Some kind of union
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| Has us remembering and laughing out loud
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| By the blue water
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| I was the daughter
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| Heart of the world with the mind of a child
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| And we’d find it together |