| Remember, do you
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| Do you remember
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| As you flew around the corner on a flying carpet
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| As I woke, I woke up
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| In this dreamless metabolic forest
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| Die, die, die
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| Then there was your cup of ideas
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| I thought you were intented for advices, for advices
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| From wheresoever
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| And I dropped my volition
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| And you see
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| What comes out
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| What comes out
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| When we hypnotize our whatever
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| Whatever it is meant to be
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| Your dream is not coloured
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| I think you should get back in time
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| Your dream is not coloured
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| You`ve never ordered me to draw a line
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| Your dream is not covered
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| I`ll get you neither a pillow nor a blanket to define
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| Die, die, die
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| Then there was a light
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| And what a monkey business
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| A monkey business
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| From wheresoever
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| I dropped my voice
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| And you see what comes out
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| What comes out
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| And you see what comes out
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| What comes out
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| When we
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| Your dream is not coloured
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| I think you should get back in time
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| Your dream is not coloured
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| You`ve never ordered me to draw a line
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| Your dream is not covered
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| I`ll get you neither a pillow nor a blanket to define
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| Your dream is not coloured
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| So give me the finest paintbrush dived
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| In sweeping shine
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| The finest paintbrush dived in sweeping shine
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| Die, die, die |