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| The bamboozled psychedelic woman |
The Psychedelic Blues
The heart is on the floor
It remains flat in its moor
Oh, this drifting existence
Lost and unwelcome
The heart is on the floor
For the house is not a home
Sigh, what a bore
Pursue and persuade
Whatever thy destiny
This is not the end
The heart is on the floor
For the house is not a home
Sigh, what a bore
Pursue and persuade
Whatever thy destiny
This is not the end
