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The Magician

Hippies

 

Hippies


Like a hippie boomer with constellations
Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes
Until the morning with their arms open
'Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies

You said trip, we could dip
Follow all the yellow bricks
Take the top off your lip
Like it's 1966
What's your scene? Lucid dreams
Kind that taste like gasoline
Throw myself
And don't forget me, though

Oh, here we go again, it's that two-bit hippie dance
Oh, here we go again, it's that two-bit hippie dance

Like a hippie boomer with constellations
Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes
Until the morning with their arms open
'Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies

You said trip, we could dip
Follow all the yellow bricks
Take the top off your lip
Like it's 1966
What's your scene? Lucid dreams
Kind that taste like gasoline
Throw myself
And don't forget me, though

Oh, will you please know how to party?
Oh, will you please know how to move?
Oh, will you please know how to party?
Oh, will you please know how to move? Hey

Oh, here we go again, it's that two-bit hippie dance
Oh, here we go again, it's that two-bit hippie dance

Like a hippie boomer with constellations
Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes
Until the morning with their arms open
'Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies

You said trip, we could dip
Follow all the yellow bricks
Take the top off your lip
Like it's 1966
What's your scene? Lucid dreams
Kind that taste like gasoline
Throw myself
And don't forget me, though

Oh, here we go again, it's that two-bit hippie dance
Oh, here we go again, it's that two-bit hippie dance

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