| I was a flower in full bloom
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| was born when pisces was a sign on the moon
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| needed a rock to anchor my roll
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| she gave a warm and loving home for my soul.
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| Gypsy Treasure
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| Space Dust
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| however you pay
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| the Electric Landlady wants you to stay.
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| through bad vibrations you will roam
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| she is Mother Earth calling you home
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| and when the cosmic boiler’s on the blink
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| her psychic spanners out before you can think.
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| Gypsy Treasure
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| Space Dust
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| however you pay
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| the Electric Landlady wants you to stay.
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| Collecting the water off a duck’s back
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| Drinking it down and turning those black heavy clouds
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| into rainbows and smiles
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| spare room for every earth child.
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| She is the peacock from Krishna’s story
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| turning the serpant’s poison into vitamin love.
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| And you want some for you and your friends back at home
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| In the land of the Grey and the Groan.
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| Her place is decked out awful nice
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| Her curtains made out of the fabric of time.
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| you wont check out
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| no you wont want to leave.
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| it’s got a view that you will never believe.
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| Gypsy Treasure
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| Space Dust
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| However you pay
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| the Electric Landlady wants you to stay.
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| Black heavy clouds that you carry around it’s not good. |