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And it's just another dream to me

Weeks spent blowing trees, chasing dreams

Riding sunbeams ever blissful

Children of the metaphysical

Not ya typical middle children

One in a million

 

Sittin' in the trees doing as we please

Each prodigies spittin' prophecies

All fun teasin' till we twenty-three mavys deep to our knees

Smoking ciggys till three in the morning and some more

Creep out the back door

Float the time waves

These the things that resonate

'Cos once you elevate your mentality

You will see what it means

To be seen living in this planetary system

You think sinning is forbidden

Yet you know you'll be forgiven

Thanks to ya religion

Yet I'm sitting here spreading peace with the ease of a sneeze