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These days it seems like it's all acid dreams
Red October blues, and Sunday greens
It's like there's nothing left to see
and I've seen so little

I'm so tired, so full of deja vu
and I've never even seen you
Bare your soul so innocent and pure
I know there is something more

Red October blues and Sunday greens
It's like there is nothing at all left to see
It's all acid dreams and Xanax whispers
There's nothing on TV

I know there is something out there worth looking for
But i don't think it's looking for me and my
Red October blues and Sunday greens

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