Mustasch

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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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