If you look at things from my point of view
your mind will start to go crazy,
'cause everything my wandering eyes can see
is beginning to look a bit hazy.
The ground is blue, my skin turned green
and out the window everything's red,
but I guess that's just what happens
when on your hands you stand
and upside down goes your head.

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