Hypnotic Pollution
Sitting on the clouds
I feel like flying
Above strawberry fields
I feel like crying
Some feelings I got
Something big is about to happen
Blowin over the heirs
Just to get to the kickoff
Like a magician
Flipin cards
Disappearing when the fields come
Everybody knows
This is survival of the fittest
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