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I’m drunk on American dreams, high on Canadian drugs
I fed my hunger this morning with LSD on my tongue
Hot head persimmon got night sweats
Swept me back under the rug
When Hell is as wide as an armpit
Be grateful whenever there’s love


Seeing eye ponies will suffer the human
Revealed in windshields, our lack of devotion

I was a nail in your coffin
No stained glass mahogany floors
More like a buzzing in your beard
You shaved out right down to the pore
Ease up from trouble so obvious
Turn down your troubling song
Bring back Ananda the communist
Bring back the people I know

Seeing eye ponies will suffer the human
Revealed in windshields, our spiritual window shopping

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from We Have Not Doors You Need Not Keys, released July 23, 2013

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