| Kaleidoscope of love
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| Ophidians dance as the shifting occurs
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| We are stars and electric animals
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| Nurtured by the mothers of prostitutes
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| Floating in a mushroom universe
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| Swimming in a sea of cyclostomes
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| And as we surface through the tide
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| You open up and I come inside
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay
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| I must be in limbo
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| 'Cause purgatory’s always felt like home
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| And as the world spins round and round
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| We fornicate upon the cotton clouds
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| That rain down sulfur smiles
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| On the children at play in the poppy fields
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| Sinking for what seems like forever
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| Like Atlantis into the sea
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| To forget the shore and wash away
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| Wash away my memory
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay
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| I must be in limbo
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| 'Cause purgatory’s always felt like home
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| Inside the moon lives the high priest of the mushroom cult
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| Upon the altar are the ashes of the Pharisees
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| I sold my soul, sold my soul, sold my soul away
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| I’m free of guilt, free of sin, free of everything
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| Inside the moon lives the high priest of the mushroom cult
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| Upon the altar are the ashes of the Pharisees
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| I sold my soul, sold my soul, sold my soul away
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| I’m free of guilt, free of sin, free of everything |