And my mind has not control
Inside my eyes grows a purple tree
I feel that my hands are flying
And I want mesmerise
Fly without wings and look without eyes
And feels so tasty
And feels so tasty
And feels so tasty
And I'm falling down
And feels so tasty
And feels so tasty
And that feels so tasty
And I'm falling down
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