we were twisted like the clouds
just fools up on our backs
the music in the sky
make me feel a little bit...
black ink is moving past
this god damned sun at last
and i can't pass on this, just a pacifist
wishing war upon us all
and then i fall...
dance.
blue and red and freedom...
stand.
with me in the pouring rain...
in tennessee,
the world was free, and it hit me like this
(doing that)
yellow bandana twist.
emotion love and now
pulling strings that i can't see
inspired coming down
the music loud...
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