Is there a home, a home for me? Where the people stay until eternity? Is there a road that winds up, underneath the big green tree? Is there a home, a home for me?
I wanna float with you on a cumulus cloud I wanna take you far away from this maddening crowd You can scratch up my back with your long fingernails We'll drink some weird wine and eat psychedelic snails.
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