| Everybody was scratching but nobody saw
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| Nothing was out of place, except the floor
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| Somebody stopped and said arrest that door
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| For nobody could tell
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| We were growers of mushroom
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| My life was a beetle which ran down the wall
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| Stopping to scream at the hand in the hall
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| The daylight came in and shook hands with us all
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| For nobody could tell
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| We were growers of mushroom
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| Laughing and screaming and clawing and cursing
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| Fighting my way through this unplanned dream
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| I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling
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| Beyond the seams of this terrible thing
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| Everybody was scratching but nobody saw
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| Nothing was out of place except the floor
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| Somebody stopped and said arrest that door
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| For nobody could tell
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| We were growers of mushroom
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| Laughing and screaming and clawing and cursing
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| Fighting my way through this unplanned dream
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| I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling
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| Beyond the seams of this terrible dream
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| Laughing and screaming and clawing and cursing
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| Fighting my way through this unplanned dream
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| I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling
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| Beyond the seams of this terrible thing
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| Beyond the seams, of this terrible scene
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| This terrible thing
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| I’ve seen my dreams |