| For him it’s a simple movement
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| As easy as making love
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| And he makes love to the sky and the moon
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| Yes, he does
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| For some its only confusion
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| And that’s those who don’t know where they’re going
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| And for those who never heard or seen the truth
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| They’re blind
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| For some it’s a haze of color
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| Like a bright exotic bird in flight
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| And for those who wish to fly with it
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| Fly with it, try with it, fly, fly, oh fly with it, fly
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| He’s amazed at jigsaw of sound
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| That have been filtered through his mind
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| He’s filtered out all the good things
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| And the bad things have been left way behind
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| Far behind
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| For those of another generation
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| He’s all but to make fun of
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| But they do not understand the experience, the experience, the experience
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| The experience, the experience, the experience, the experience
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| The experience, the experience
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| Have you ever been experienced
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| You know what I am talking about, Jimi
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| Come here, baby
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| You ever ever been really experienced
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| Does your mommy know that you are big and mean today
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| Don’t you know that you should be in bed
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| Well have you ever been experienced, experienced, experienced
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| Experienced, experienced, experienced, experienced, experienced
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| Experienced, experienced, experienced, experienced, experienced |