Sitting on a hillside Watching all the people die I`ll feel much better on the other side I`ll thumb a ride
I believe in magic Why, because it is so quick I don`t need power when I`m hypnotized Look in my eyes What are you seeing (I see...) How do you feel? (...you)
I feel real phony when my name is Phil Or was that Bill?
Life goes on here day after day I don`t know if I am living Or if I`m supposed to be Sometimes my life is so eerie And if you think I`m happy Paint me white (yellow)
I`ve been here once I`ve been here twice I don`t know if the third`s the fourth or if the the fifth`s to fix Sometimes I deal with numbers And if you wanna count me Count me out
I don`t need the time of day Anytime with me`s OK I just don`t want you using up my time `Cause that`s not right
They`re locking them up today They`re throwing away the key I wonder who it`ll be tomorrow, you or me?
We`re all normal and we want our freedom (Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom spoken: "All o`God`s chilluns gotta hab dere freedum!")
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