Paisley trees, starry lites.
Moonlit daze, sun drenched knights.
Desert reigns on mountain peaks.
Barren forests, know weigh streets.
In is out, out is in.
On is off then on again.
Green is blew, blue is read.
Get to thinking you’d be better off Dead.
Livin a dream, wide awake.
No tellin how much you can take.
Lies are truths, truths are lies.
Welcome to the world of mirrored lakes and tie-dyed skies.
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