Dandelion

He's old like the raspberry cold
 Coming in the window
 His gloom room flowers blooming out like armadillos
 He looks to the left at the yellow lines
 Moving with the traffic
 His veins have turned to plastic blinds
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 He was new like the violet dew
 Water looking at him through
 The telescopic mountain view
 Where the stars were still laughing
 He lept into the northern sky
 Filled his lungs with peach pie
 Never even wondered why
 Go with the yellow light
 Your mind is a dandelion
 The weight of your crooked spine is returning to snow
 They know, you were mostly our machines
 Not electrical in dreams, oh
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 He's old like the raspberry cold coming in the window
 His gloom room flowers then blooming out like armadillos
 He walks with the owls and the yellow moon
 Walks like a river lapping
 His blood is thick and tacky
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 He was new, like the violet dew
 Water looking at him through
 The telescopic mountain view
 The stars were still laughing
 He lept into the northern sky
 Filled his lungs with peach pie
 Never even wondered why
 Go with the yellow light
 Your mind is a dandelion
 The weight of your crooked spine is returning to snow
 They know you were mostly our machines
 Not electrical in dreams, oh-oh
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 He looks to the left
 He looks to the left
 He looks to the left...