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in the twilight zone
they give you clown pain medicine
it sounds like the sickest guitar solo ever
she busy visiting with my mother
are you wearing the coat of seven arms
mystified and deranged they say
the moon wore boxing gloves
while we melted in a melodica solo
the guitar felt just like butter knife massage
this, when Jim gave us the Koolaid
now everybody says you must-a drank the Koolaid
when you say the most sensical thing
where's the non in the sequitor
where's the angel in the air
the fringe of the hippie biker jacket
it makes everybody feel better
somewhat more safe when the windows closed
the furniture begins to speak
while others say "this is not reality"
and we wear disguises in the most ordinary appearances
unless of course we don't