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Flaming Lips

One, two, three, four Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face? Do you realize we're floating in space? Do you realize that happiness makes

It's summertime And I can understand if you still feel sad It's summertime Though it's hard to see its true possibilities When you look inside, all you

The name is Yoshimi She's a black belt in karate Working for the city She has to discipline her body 'Cause she knows that It's demanding to defeat those

The test begins now I thought I was smart, I thought I was right I thought it better not to fight I thought there was a virtue in always being cool

I was waiting on a moments But the moment never came All the billion other moments Were just slipping all away I must have been tripping (Was just slippin

Patrick, you see, I'm growing a mustache And though I know I must ask you Does it really make me look like a man? Spongebob, being a man is just a tough

I know that everything changes Yeah, it's strange how time marches on Well, maybe there'll be some time in the future Oh, tell me (I'm not wrong) Tell

You don't know what you're becoming Who knows what you're gonna be We don't know where we're going We don't know 'cause we can't see If I could tell

As you walked away A strand of hair came undone And was reflected in the sun And everything was orange And as you disappeared The shadow of death began