| I felt the earth move, saw the sun rise
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| Knew who the stars shine for
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| Understood Ouspenski, witnessed Velokowski’s
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| Sunset rising at my door
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| Tracing my footsteps right down that slow drain
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| I felt so relaxed, so cool
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| What killed another fool
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| Just kept me sustained
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| So I’ll just watch the mountains grow
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| Listen to the wind lie to me
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| Diggin' them changes on the radio
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| I’m cravin' some cool, cool water
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| I’m dying of thirst
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| Like some fool salted my circumcision
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| And the yogi’s so high
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| But the difference is little differences
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| I’ve never been so high
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| Only difference is little differences
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| I’m stoned, stone cold
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| Stoned, I’m stoned
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| I swear, I’m there
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| I’m stoned, uh
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| First the silence, then the heat
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| Then fear sets in
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| Afraid you’re gonna get an answer you don’t want to hear
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| The truth puts blisters on my skin
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| Now, I got a problem with this whole concept, you see
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| Ain’t no beginning, no end
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| It seems like every time I think I’ve arrived
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| A whole new trip begins
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| And the difference is
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| Should I say, the problem is, oh
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| I’ve never been so high
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| Only difference is little differences
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| And the yogi’s so high
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| But the difference is little differences
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| I’m stoned, stone cold
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| Stoned, I’m stoned
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| Stone cold, I swear
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| I’m stoned, cold
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| Stoned
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| I’m there
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| I swear, I’m there
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| I’m stoned, cold
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| Stoned, so stoned
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| I know, I swear |