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I dreamed you saw the eyes of a paranoid man
And quit your vision of the millennium
Leaving our hopes in the hands of the psychics
Peace isn't quiet, I'm heading down the freeway
I'm hanging on the frequency of your voice
I'm drunk on the sound of your voice
I dreamed I climbed a hill in the midnight mud
You turned a blind eye to the baby
Leaving our hopes in the hands of the psychos
Peace isn't quiet, I'm heading down the freeway
I'm hanging on the frequency of your voice
I'm drunk on the sound of your voice
There are sapphires in the trees
And the moths as big as bats
Lucky me, to have all that
What do you have on your mind?
What do you have on your mind?
There are sapphires in the trees
And the moths as big as bats
Lucky me, to have all that
What do you have on your mind?
What do you have on your mind?
What do you have on your mind?
What do you have on your mind?