| She walks out with the wind
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| The psilocybin it starts to kick in
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| She gives it away with a glance and a grin
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| Before she leaves the room
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| I am young as a child
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| Resting my head on the pillow, I smile
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| Lost in the moment I hold it awhile
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| Before she’s gone too soon
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| Staring at stars and trying my hand
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| Thinking the thoughts of a useless man
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| Young and wild and growing old too soon
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| And asking the questions like who hung the moon
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| Under a blanket of infinite time
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| Drunk on the year and the taste of the wine
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| Young and wild and growing old too soon
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| And asking the questions like who hung the moon |