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Plastic unicorns point at you Sideways faces are nothing new Psychedelic sunrise at the foot of the bed You get all this when you feed your head Cellophane people, multicolored sky Scenery changes in the wink of an eye You can smell the colors, hear the lights A bit of mind food works every time Black turns to white, red turns to green The world looks better than it's ever seemed The walls are melting, the curtains breathe Nothing can touch you when your mind is free Your mind is free Yeah you're mine! From Letras Mania