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Psychedelic man sees the world as best he can, he likes the colors
He's so invisible Why is that, he's so cool, next to all the others
hey music lovers, it's time to wake up
Time travel back to your day of red and black, your motorhome wheeled
Mountains, a stash, and some perfect black hash and Buffalo Springfield
but you must yield to the aliens
I'll find a change of route that leads me into the right direction that will bring me back into my flow
I'll wear my travelling suit and just be ready for the vibe that hits me and I'll end up happy where I go
Psychedelic man doesn't know where he'll land but it's gonna happen
I finally caught up with all the coffee in my cup, time to strap in
Got my nap in Turn up the audio
I'll find a change of route that takes me to a land where people see me in the way I wanna be enshrined
I'll turn my ignition key, I don't take kindly to pushin' buttons and I don't like much you pushin' mine
All I want to be
All I ever wanted to be
I know that I was meant to be
a psychedelic man
She asked me why the singer's name is Time
I told her because that is all he's got
solo
Psychedelic Man always doin' whatever he can in the trenches
big transcendent lyrics, original damn melodies for your senses
no pretenses, as he commences to change your route
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