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And I slipped out of my body and into one of the corners of the room
And I was able to look down and make my
Body work like a ventriloquist's dummy
And I asked my friend to leave someone to look after me
And he for several hours
I thought I might die but I thought if
I hadn't died it would go away again
I wasn't too worried about it
But several hours later I came to the point where I realized
I was going to who I was, but I knew I was Norman Assman
And at this point I heard somebody I thought was some sort of mantra
And I opened my eyes and I saw this chap a couple of feet away from me
Standing on his head, a bit of a curio mantra
He stopped singing, looked me straight in the eye and he said
On the day he died, Huxley asked his
Second wife Laura to inject him with LSD
It was the same day that President Kennedy was assassinated
And we were right in the room
It was in a room and he was getting very weak
And he said to me, "Give me a big, big piece of paper"
And he wrote "Intramuscular 100 milligrams of LSD intramuscular"
They want to escape
They want to escape
They want to take holidays from themselves
They want to escape
There was absolutely no jolt, no agitation, nothing
Except this very, very quiet
Like a music that becomes less and less audible
Like a going, fading away
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