I was not raised this way,
This is not the
Hey- crusin'- the ship of might,
Neon overblown, by the
Hey, Goddess of cosmic equilibrium.
Craft our souls to raise
Hey, just fire your engine,
When your mind gets slow,
Hey man it's gotta be a bummer,
When you got
I got a gift, of receiving at frequencies
Higher than,
Overheated by the break of dawn,
Deep, dark and red.
Hey man, the sun rises in horizons
In a new
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