These are hallucinations from the third floor
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James Cole
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I'm too high today, don't talk to me
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I'm conquering my paradise, electric current
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The synapses are already firing, I'm drawn in by the vortex
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I just want to sail, conquer space
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I'm riding a dog across the prairie of stars
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The retina pulses a million ways
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I turn on the machines, the microphone — test
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Pulse drive is running, purple flash
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Explosion, you see me walking across the sky
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I see swarming ants and mayflies
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Mountains, seas, deserts and streets
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Bursts of Joy, Prophets and Diseases
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Arrogant monkey
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They control their colorful boxes with the craziest expressions
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The monkey ran over the sage
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Gut roll on the freeway, we've taken positions
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We're waiting for it to blow up
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When it takes off, in this century
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Who will break our curse, who will take out the trash
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It's an electric current, it's a voltage
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I'm too high today, don't talk to me
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I'm conquering my paradise, electric current
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The synapses are already firing, I'm drawn in by the vortex
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I just want to sail, conquer space
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No more stress, touch the stars
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Boundary limit, full of power
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The beautiful, the good, and the bad
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Do you see the stream, my fairy?
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Let it drip, let it fuck |
Production line, number one leads
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I have a massive hever next to me
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Do you understand, you little cunt?
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I swim in space, always to the other side
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Feet holding head, I turn to see a duck
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I smoke a widow, maybe you have a Dana
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I'll burn myself tomorrow and then get up again
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With tea, I sail through paradise
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I don't pay rent, I'm not interested anymore
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For your credit, for your lot
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About your diarrhea, about your profile
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He didn't finish yours
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I'm too high today, don't talk to me
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I'm conquering my paradise, electric current
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The synapses are already firing, I'm drawn in by the vortex
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I just want to sail, conquer space
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Welcome to the panopticon of my subconscious
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I wish you a pleasant ride
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My name is Daniel Ďurech or James Cole
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And with me Risto (what, who?)
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Yeah, hallucinations from the third floor
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This is not an album
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This is the album |