| Rows and floes of angel hair
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| And ice cream castles in the air
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| And feather canyons everywhere
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| I’ve looked at clouds that way
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| Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
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| The dizzy dancing way you feel
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| As every fairy tale comes real
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| I’ve looked at clouds that way
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| But now they only block the sun
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| They rain and snow on everyone
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| So so many things I could’ve done
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| But clouds
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| Angel dust gets in your eyes, your hair
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| On acid stars you’re getting there
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| My body’s assembled into
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| A little itty-bitty gift to you
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| When you die, I’ve looked at life that way
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| But now it’s just another show
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| You leave 'em laughing when you go
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| So, so don’t let them inside, don’t let them know
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| Don’t give yourself ohh away
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| But now my friends are acting strange
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| They shake their heads man, they say I’ve changed, well
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| Well, something’s lost, rearranged
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| From living every, every, every, I’ve
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| I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
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| From up and down, and still somehow
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| It’s just illusions I recall
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| I really don’t know, I really don’t know
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| I really don’t know, I really don’t know
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| I really don’t, I really don’t clouds at all
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| Why are we here, terrified, terrified, wow |