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Mustasch lyrics : "6 36"

I´m piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen
I´m waiting for my mind to land

I´m living in a dream

I´m a wizard i´ve got magic sticks

I´m drinking liquid gold
The taste of metal in my mouth
Infected all my bones

The light´s so bright but when i close my eyes
It all explodes


I´m piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen
I´m waiting for my mind to land

I´m living in a dream

I can´t explain why colors fade

And everything´s a fuzz
I feel like i´m a winter´s day
Another hippie had enough


I´m piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen

I´m waiting for my mind to land
I´m living in a dream
I´m piled up high the morning light

And everything´s unreal

The wizard lost his magic sticks

The world turned into stone
The taste of metal in his mouth
And everything explodes


I´m piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen

I´m waiting for my mind to land
Cause everything´s unreal

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