| Julie said that concrete jungle in your head was made,
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| far before the chemicals would leave you in the shade,
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| wonder how those structures inside pull us to the fall,
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| wonder if they’re really there at all.
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| I know you, I know you’re…
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| Riding on your horses by the rainbow coloured bay,
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| diving through the coral reefs of tranquility sea,
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| hiding on the bottom of your cotton fantasy,
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| testing out your,
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| testing out your,
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| testing out your
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| immortality.
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| Stories tell that Warhol drew the sketch of who you are,
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| angel man you’re born on paper coloured by the youth.
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| Sucking on your future like you’re smoking your cigar,
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| holding on to clouds of smoke like it’s the only truth.
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| Yeh you’re still…
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| Riding on your horses by the rainbow coloured bay,
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| diving through the coral reefs of tranquility sea,
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| hiding on the bottom of your cotton fantasy,
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| testing out your,
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| testing out your,
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| testing out your immortality.
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| Fighting with your windmills on the plains of yesterday,
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| history repeats itself I’m sure,
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| barking at the thunders on your stormy inner sky,
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| shouting at the things that were before.
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| I know you,
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| I know you,
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| I know you,
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| I know you’re…
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| Riding on your horses by the rainbow coloured bay,
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| diving through the coral reefs of tranquility sea,
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| hiding on the bottom of your cotton fantasy,
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| testing out your,
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| testing out your,
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| testing out your
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| immortality. |