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I?m piled up high the morning light

A giant silver screen

I?m waiting for my mind to land

I?m living in a dream



I?m a wizard I?ve got magic sticks

I?m drinking liquid gold

The taste of metal in my mouth

Infected all my bones

The light?s so bright but when I close my eyes

It all explodes



I?m piled up high, the morning light

A giant silver screen

I?m waiting for my mind to land

I?m living in a dream



I can?t explain why colors fade

And everything?s a fuzz

I feel like I?m a winter?s day

Another hippie had enough



I?m piled up high the morning light

A giant silver screen

I?m waiting for my mind to land

I?m living in a dream

I?m piled up high the morning light

And everything?s unreal



The wizard lost his magic sticks

The world turned into stone

The taste of metal in his mouth

And everything explodes



I?m piled up high, the morning light

A giant silver screen

I?m waiting for my mind to land

Cause everything?s unreal