| Hahahaha, yeah
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| Um, clear my throat
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| Yes, turn me up a little bit
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| Lavender landscapes of projected perception
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| And overflowing fountains of probability
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| Endless extremes extracted from the gentlest of subtleties
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| Coming to the curvature of creation as my thought coalesces nothingness
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| Illumination without light
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| Light without sight
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| The melding of the senses into a platform
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| My field of dreams
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| Once upon a time in a river of thought
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| I was expanded into a gesture of altered awareness
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| Damn near forgot the stream exists
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| Despite the dream and why not
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| This is a wondrous realm of many delights
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| Sights, sounds, and sensations
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| Patience and impulsiveness
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| Balance and bliss
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| Jubilation, pain
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| Suffering are the same
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| I grab the reins
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| To control my fate
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| It’s been a long time coming
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| And Heaven won’t wait
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| The light cascades
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| In the color in bath shades
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| Of real or whatever appeals
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| To your pathways
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| Of perception however perverse
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| The first step’s a doozy
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| It could be an energy burst
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| Or even Lucy in the Sky
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| With the girl’s best friend
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| But it don’t extend
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| And so you wonder why
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| You even want to fly
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| And then you might gather the gumption to try
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| In my field of dreams
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| My field of dreams
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| That’s how mine would be
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| Yours can be the way yours would be
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| You see
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| What I see is like
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| Lavender landscapes of projected perception
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| And overflowing fountains of probability
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| Endless extremes extracted from the gentlest of subtleties
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| Coming to the curvature of creation as my thought coalesces nothingness
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| Illumination without light
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| Light without sight
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| The melding of the senses into a platform
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| Right here and right now
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| We expressin' an effervescent idea
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| Shiver me timbers
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| Do you remember
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| Living free
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| To come and go as you please
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| Without limiting
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| Or constricting movement
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| But constructing a conduit
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| For conducting mind fluid
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| Energy in the form of truth
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| And in the event that we reach infinity
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| I’ll be reborn through you
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| Funneling my flow
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| Fundamentally to and fro
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| Like breath that I breathe
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| And oh what do you know
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| We’ve achieved in visions
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| And risen from prisons
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| Of mind states
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| And time waits
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| For me within my field of
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| What you can’t see
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| Taste, or feel but
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| Will fulfill your every fantasy
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| Now what’s revealed
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| Is what’s for real
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| And still more to come
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| Open the gift of free will
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| In my field of dreams
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| Pleasure is my plight
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| Ah, quite delectable
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| My thought affects in all
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| And weaves the tapestry
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| Of what my mind conceives
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| Here in my field of dreams
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| Yeah
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| Lavender landscapes of projected perception
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| And overflowing fountains of probability
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| Endless extremes extracted from the gentlest of subtleties
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| Coming to the curvature of creation as my thought coalesces nothingness
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| Illumination without light
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| Light without sight
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| The melding of the senses into a platform
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| My field of dreams |