| Imagine coldly, sparkling night
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| Now we’re … the night (. the blind)
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| .toward destiny
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| Can be a tricky thing
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| (A wild trip to indoor)
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| Incredible trip, that’s for sure!
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| Something not to ignore
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| And adventure to explore
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| Perhaps a way to soul
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| And more and more!
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| How, how…
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| Divine ground, divine
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| No straight line just.
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| Shapes, cakes and pies… moon eyes to which I die
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| Dead but also alive,
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| so I push it till I hear that black sound…
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| Always warmer at the bottom…
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| .she's a keep man, she got it
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| The sister’s at the free lunch, broke man…
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| … for spring time for a little…
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| Come on, you ain’t…
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| Simple minded, tempered, don’t whimper …
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| Prevented from the devil’s pinching
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| .possessing an oppression.
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| That’s why I’m fucking with her…
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| But nothing here retreat…
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| The black side of magic, the darkest night
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| Following drinking…
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| The black Jesus, (meaning of course, he’s white)
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| I took a course in white, (I had the force to bite)
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| Think of Orson Welles (then I divorce myself)
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| I eat … my fruits (I fell in love with blues)
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| …(we find that there’s no shoes)
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| Never mind the ships (We're time travelling nightmare)
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| .you might hear (the boom, tick, tick, boom)
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| It’s quite clear…
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| But we don’t harbour much (we keep our marching…)
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| All this marching sucks (I think of Archie…)
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| The black and white is skunk… |