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Maybe my cracking fingers

Dig their way around this hyper-magic mind

And maybe my foolish wandering

Can be a soak, if not now, when?

Decide

Maybe it makes us clockers

In a place where’s there’s no space and time

And maybe then it’s no wonder

Just can’t seem to get there now

Maybe there’ll be no trees there

And I’ll have no other branch to rely on

And maybe you’ll be my barber

Cut your hair to mix

Cut your hair to mix with mine

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