| The Shaman came calling
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| He was howling at the moon
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| He offered me a vision
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| On the end of a silver spoon
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| He said he’d give me dreams
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| That all were in his powers
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| If only I would follow him
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| The universe was ours
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| Walked a thin white line to the coffin club
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| Downstairs from the devils den
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| Had a large double Jesus
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| Chased down with a shot of zen
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| The last thing I remember
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| Was lying in the tank
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| And when I came around again
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| Everything was blank
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| Floating high above the world
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| Out on the astral plane
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| I’m bouncing like a pinball
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| He’s busy being born again
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| I met God on Primrose Hill
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| That’s where he came to me
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| He stepped out of his saucer
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| And I got down on my knees
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| From his lips came just one world
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| He left me all aglow
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| I sat down and had a smoke
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| And watched the flowers grow
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| The bats are in the beifry
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| And the bubbles in the bong
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| The secret of the universe
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| Is hidden in this song
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| The Shaman left a crawling
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| As the dawn broke the gloom
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| Talking in some other tongue
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| And laughing like a loon
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| The early morning sunlight
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| Splashed colors on the wall
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| And I don’t know if it ever
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| Really happened at all
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| The bats are in beifry
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| And the bubbles in the bong
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| The molecules inside my head
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| Are chiming like a gong
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| The bats are in the beifry
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| And the bubbles in a bong
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| The secret of the universe
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| Is hidden in this song |