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Dance in a white smoke
She dances in the blinding sun
Drips the water out
And makes you think about the fun
Dance and kick
And generate the thoughts you think about
Concentrate and follow
'Til you make it through the clouds
New thoughts and ideas
In the space of time
Chasing them with open eyes
Before they have to die
I see it without
You can't even see the things
Bring a bottle of this
And taste the taste of life
Smell the chemicals
And smell what I found
Take a whiff of what
Is right behind the ground
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