Plastic unicorns point at you
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Sideways faces are nothing new
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Psychedelic sunrise at the foot
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of the bed
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You get all this when you feed
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your head
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Cellophane people, multicolored sky
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Scenery changes in the wink of an eye
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You can smell the colors, hear the lights
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A bit of mind food works every time
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Black turns to white, red turns to green
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The world looks better than it's ever seemed
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The walls are melting, the curtains breathe
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Nothing can touch you when your mind is free
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Your mind is free
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Yeah you're mine!
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Mind Food
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| Saint Vitus |
