Your mind's like a fog
A deep grumsy fog, where the starlight is hard to see
A bottomless hole where the thoughts never grow
Just the plants of your sweet, holy weed
Only bad days at your schedule
Only issues with the ground
Wrapped in blankets which are stolen
Oh, your scars are marks for life
There's a dealer here in town
Who's like an angel when you're down
Tell me now what is your plan
Are you gonna leave all this behind
Your fa- fa- fa- fa- fantasy
Takes you higher
Your ho- ho- ho- ho- holy weed
Takes you higher
Walking down the pretty streets
People moving – you're a disease
What's the deal, it's your relief
Spire rock in heavy seas
Oh, there's a dealer here in town
Who's like an angel when you're down
Tell me now what is your plan
Are you gonna leave all this behind
Your fa- fa- fa- fa- fantasy
Takes you higher
Your ho- ho- ho- ho- holy weed
Takes you higher
Takes you higher
Takes you higher
Higher, higher
You take me higher
You take me higher
Higher

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