| No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
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| Timothy Leary’s dead.
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| No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
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| He’ll fly his astral plane,
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| Takes you trips around the bay,
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| Brings you back the same day,
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| Timothy Leary. |
| Timothy Leary.
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| Timothy Leary’s dead.
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| No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
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| Timothy Leary’s dead.
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| No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
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| He’ll fly his astral plane,
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| Takes you trips around the bay,
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| Brings you back the same day,
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| Timothy Leary. |
| Timothy Leary.
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| Along the coast you’ll hear them boast
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| About a light they say that shines so clear.
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| So raise your glass, we’ll drink a toast
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| To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier.
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| He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down,
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| He’ll plant your feet back firmly on the ground.
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| He flies so high, he swoops so low,
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| He knows exactly which way he’s gonna go.
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| Timothy Leary. |
| Timothy Leary.
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| He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down,
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| He’ll plant your feet back on the ground.
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| He’ll fly so high, he’ll swoop so low.
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| Timothy Leary.
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| He’ll fly his astral plane.
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| He’ll take you trips around the bay.
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| He’ll bring you back the same day.
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| Timothy Leary. |
| Timothy Leary.
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| Timothy Leary. |
| Timothy Leary.
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| Timothy Leary. |