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Try to sleep try to dream
Peace and quiet do not scream
Visions, faces all around
But out it comes - distorted sound |
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Have you ever wondered
About life in the sky?
Are there funky young aliens
Who like to get high?
Do they listen to music
Like rock, techno, dub
Or something quite differnent
Like dalactical gub! |
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Sunday morning, suns come out
Yet to sleep, fever bout
Hot fudge sunday, tastes so good
But burns your mouth just like it should
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Credits: Just me and my trusty EX5 |
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