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TAimothy Leary's dead,
No, no, no, no he's outsidGe looking in. A
TAimothy Leary's dead,
No, no, no, no he's outsidGe looking in. A
He'll Amfly his astral plaGne,
Take you triAmps around the bay, G
Bring you baAmck the same day, G
TGimothy Leary,Am TiGmothy Leary. Am A
(repete tudo)
Along the coastA you'll hear them boast,
About a light they say that shines so clear. G
So raise your glassA we'll drink a toast,
To the little man who sells you thrills along the peir. G
He'll take youA up he'll bring you down,
He'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground. G
He flies so highA, swoops so low,
He knows exactly which way he's gonna go. G
TiGmothy Leary,Am TimGothy Leary, Am A
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He'll take you up he'll bring you down, G
He plant your feet Dback on the ground. A
Flies so hiAgh, swoop so low, TimoGthy LeaDry. A
FliAes his astral plaGne, take you trips aroDund the bay, A
Bring you backA the same day, G
TimDothy LeAary, TimoFthy Leary, C
TimDothy LeAary, TimoFthy Leary, C
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