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We were waiting at the gates to the beat of the clock Waiting for the train with the tick of the tock He was winking his eye down in the blotter as his face dissolved in the water He slipped down the tubes, slipped down the slide Swallowed him whole Now he's inside Running quickly by an intent look in his eye Run through the tunnels with colors passing by Enjoy a new glass of tea Observe this world you see Scenery is manifesting, its morphing fluidly [x2] Open minds Open doors Sinking into the carpeted floor So fluid the waves fall Starring at the dripping-melting walls Unstable Fixated With these blue eyes so dialated Unreal Abstract You made the choice to never turn back. In this style 10/6, what now? What comes next Letras de canciones Still on this trip to the beat of the clock Hours have passed with the tick of the tock 10 hours 6 minutes all in this style, with a card in his hat all of the while Unstable Fixated With these blue eyes so dialated Unreal Abstract You made the choice to never turn back In this style 10/6, what now? What comes next On the other side of the glass where these psychedelic hours pass How long will will this madness last? So far 12 hours have passed... Or maybe it was eleven hours? From Letras Mania