It's so right to feel this strange,
With monkey hair hide, and shit for your brains.
It's over, my friend - it's over for you.
I feel it coming, something new.
It's so right to get this high,
With feet in a white machine in the sky.
I've told you before, I'll tell you again,
I feel we're nearly at the end ... alright.
Alright - yeah, yeah.

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