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I'm piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen
I'm waiting for my mind to land
I'm living in a dream

I'm a wizard I've got magic sticks
I'm drinking liquid gold
The taste of metal in my mouth
Infected all my bones

I'm piled up high, the morning light
A giant silver screen
I'm waiting for my mind to land
I'm living in a dream

I can't explain why colors fade
And everything's a fuzz
I feel like I'm a winter's day
Another hippie had enough

I'm piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen
I'm waiting for my mind to land
I'm living in a dream
I'm piled up high the morning light
And everything's unreal

I'm piled up high, the morning light
A giant silver screen
I'm waiting for my mind to land
Cause everything's unreal

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