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I see trees of mauve, mustard roses too
I see them smiling to me and you
And I think to myself that I have to be stoned
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I see skies of pink and clouds of smoke
The bright stoned Day that says: “You rock”
And I think to myself what a wonderful bong
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The colors of the rainbow so pretty when I am high
Are also on the faces of homeless going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying how I am holding up
They’re really saying: “Dude I am f****d up!”
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I hear my big couch, talking to my fridge
I don’t talk to them, I‘ll never cross this bridge
And I think to myself what a wonderful bong
Yes, I think to myself that I have to be stoned
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