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Doors locked (doors locked)
Blinds pulled (blinds pulled)
Lights low (lights low)
Flames high (flames high)
My body (my body)
My body
Floating, flipping
Flying, tripping
(from London 1993:)
Tripping from Potsville to Starlight
Tripping from Starlight to Moonville
My mind is as clear as country air
I feel my flesh, all colors mesh
All the clouds are cumuloft
Walking in space
Oh my God your skin is soft
I love your face
To keep us under foot
They bury us in soot
Pretending it's a chore
To ship us off to war
Walking in space
We find the purpose of peace
The beauty of life
You can no longer hide
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