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Psychedelic Sound 
 
So you look at me and wonder why
I'm this kinda guy who doesn't even try
Seemingly I'm content to just get high
 uninterested in your world of suit and tie
If you want a taste of my world I'll help you fly
Yes dipping into my sugar you could die
But me oh my it's better than pumpkin pie

You see I trip on all kinds of crazy
Who knew dreams could make you lazy
Colours are vibrant but the minds goes hazy
Oopsy daisy I know this is not how God made me
Still I'm more than content to groove on paisley 

Walk away or come sit down
Stop being so constipated and rule bound
Slippdy do wop over to the dark sida town
Here square pegs like you become round
All of your missing bits won't be found
Yet you'll be flying high laying flat on the ground
loving every colour looking for psychedelic sound

Part of me feels bad I opened up the door
at least you don't fight those demons no more
Here even the concrete feels like a seashore 
If you listen right you can hear the waves roar
Live ten years in just a minute or four
The spot you puncture won't even feel sore

Through my fog I heard whispers you were found
eyes glazed over, flat on the ground
I thought I was just imagining the gurgling sound
What's done is done it can't be rewound
You're probably better off under that mound
I would have come to say good bye
But I had a trip to take way down town
You sure were a blast, I'll miss you being around!

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