| Ah, can you feel it, feel it?
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| Rush up then go away the strange feeling
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| No goodbyes, didn’t think that I was leaving
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| It’s a last minute trip
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| On and on and on, about the daily stresses in life
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| Light up a pipe or bright now I know more than a flight
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| Put it on autopilot for the rest of the night
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| Give me certified sikes 95 smugglers price
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| I need to go and get gone, get lost so I can find myself
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| Ain’t packed my bags but got a duffle of something else
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| I’m from the nuclear family imploding on itself
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| Drive through the desert no water hopin' you wish me well
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| Wishin' well quarters for pink piggy banks
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| Burnin' man burnin' now I’m lost in the ranks
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| Watchin' tequila sun rise, so many vultures in the sky
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| Circlin' my ride, you would think it’s feedin' time
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| Ah, can you feel it, feel it?
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| Rush up then go away the strange feeling
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| No goodbyes, didn’t think that I was leaving
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| Guess, it’s a last minute trip
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| It’s a minute past diminish, not a minute past later
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| Gettin' travel tips off of Carlos Castaneda
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| I’ve taken journeys before, but never this intact
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| Pushed on the door to explore now I can’t go back
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| What a mess, but we know that each soul
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| Is the center of its world 'til it elopes
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| And sky dives high off a cliff, grand canyon
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| You can’t see the heavens if your beers still standin' junior
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| Reality is tryin' to ruin ya
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| Rid with me, forget about the bullshit pursuin' ya
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| Would have packed bags but this trip just wasn’t planned
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| But what’s a man need but the water and the land
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| Pick a son of six plants, pocket full of high
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| Quit your day job they’ll just dock it till you die
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| Pick up a pink slip and file it with the tribe
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| And be sure to send a post card from the other side, goodbye
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| Ah, can you feel it, feel it?
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| Rush up then go away the strange feeling
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| No goodbyes, didn’t think that I was leaving
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| It’s a last minute trip
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| Ah, can you feel it, feel it?
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| Rush up then go away the strange feeling
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| No goodbyes, didn’t think that I was leaving
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| Guess, it’s a last minute trip |