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PINHOLE PUPILS
Like staring at the sun.
Or flashes of the arc.
Following violet tracers,
Passed reflective copper stars.
Sky is made of blacklight.
Lilac in the air.
Supernovas burst alive,
like rainbow colored flares.
The moon with platinum beams.
Wrap us in silver sleep.
Vinegar brown sugar smoke,
creates this world of dream.
So when I nod away.
To Saturn rings I spin.
My pinhole pupil passages,
Will take you there within...
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10803902&q=hi&newref=1
Or flashes of the arc.
Following violet tracers,
Passed reflective copper stars.
Sky is made of blacklight.
Lilac in the air.
Supernovas burst alive,
like rainbow colored flares.
The moon with platinum beams.
Wrap us in silver sleep.
Vinegar brown sugar smoke,
creates this world of dream.
So when I nod away.
To Saturn rings I spin.
My pinhole pupil passages,
Will take you there within...
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10803902&q=hi&newref=1
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