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Flame down Pacific Highway
Still in shape, my methods refined (yes)
Long gone superstition's folly
The insane hour, my memories refused
I'd like to see them win
I like the inspiration like it's going in the right direction
That's to me
I'd like to see them win
It's my kind of aspiration like it's going in the right direction
That's to me, to me, to me, to be (but you don't notice)
The aim now is perfection always
The aim now is fuckin' leave it behind (yes)
Go home now through perception's hallways
When the change comes we'll live in green skies
I'd like to see them win
I like the inspiration like its going in the right direction
That's to me, to me, to me (but you don't notice)
I'd like to see them win
It's my kind of aspiration like it's going in the right direction
That's to me (but you don't notice)
Who are you to doubt this?
Who are you to doubt this?
Who are you to doubt this?
Who are you to doubt?
Let me tell you 'bout the wayward starlet, face adorned with bones
Looked me up and down, said: "Babe, we're soaring, but you don't notice"
Let me tell you 'bout the wayward starlet, face adorned with skulls
Lifting up and down, the whale is soaring
But you don't notice
Above the ocean
Above the ocean
Above the ocean
Above the ocean
Above the ocean
Above the ocean
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