| The flowers or should i say
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| The crewmen’s heads all stood in bloom
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| Almost in a praying pose
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| To embrace the gloom
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| As we rode cross the beach
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| I thought I could feel strange plants
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| Feelers reaching out of for me
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| Touched by the grace
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| This mind bending majesty
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| Fading away
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| Logic’s supposed to leavewe’re here to stay
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| The plants gave us amnesty
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| Screw our trip
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| We are tripping into the day
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| A beautiful place
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| Jellyfish could roam
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| The air and mister
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| Goldsteen himself
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| Came to greet us in his lair
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| On an ocean of green
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| Sturdy boats rode along
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| Reaching out for a surreal scene
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| The old crew was waiting
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| And we knew for sure
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| We found treasure indeed
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| Touched by the grace
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| This mind bending majesty
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| Fading away
|
| Logic’s supposed to leavewe’re here to stay
|
| The plants gave us amnesty
|
| Screw our trip
|
| We are tripping into the day
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| Touched by the grace
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| Standing right next to me
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| An unknown face
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| Wild looks indeed
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| Kind of familiar
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| Kind of a mirrored me
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| They’ve come to prey
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| On us while we’re wasting away
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| Touched by the grace
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| This mind bending majesty
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| Fading away
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| Logic’s supposed to leavewe’re here to stay
|
| The plants gave us amnesty
|
| Screw our trip
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| We are tripping into the day |