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In the middle of nowhere the weed blows Gotta care it like a baby every day Police and soldier in a helicopter flying over I just hope they go away Collie weed makes me feel fine Blowing up thru the chalice to my mind 3 o'clock another road block I wonder what their searching for today Mile down the road another checkpoint I cooperate so I guess on my way Collie weed makes me feel fine Blowing up thru the chalice to my mind Give thanks to Ja The trees are in bloom As it first grew on King Solomon's tomb Ja lion in the fields Doing a hard days work But he'll be coming down From the hills With a good job heard You want to know it's the healing of the nation But still, you insist we still give it a fight For everything from nerves to meditation I got the zone on a plane of high and high Collie weed makes me feel fine Blowing up thru the chalice to my mind Give thanks to Ja The trees are in bloom As it first grew on King Solomon's tomb By the rays of the sun or light of the moon Time is upon us to harvest them soon... I'm saying... Collie weed makes me feel fine Blowing up thru the chalice to my mind I'm saying...
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