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Run along, good vibrations Like a bee in the sun Be a song of elation That was meant to be sung By a band you invented When the night was so young Time was meant to be savored By the last ones that got stung What is [?] potential well-being Pressed into a material form But if you journey to that giant orbit You'll be wanting it more and more But the future allows vexation With synthetic cosmic dust I'm at peace with my mentors I cannot avoid their thrust to Come before the lash Before the critters come Come before my dime, we'll see Everybody knows that he's coming out the execution tree Come before the lash Before the critters come Before my dime, we'll see Everybody knows that he's coming out the execution tree Aus Songtexte Mania