Midnight hours, champagne showers, smell of roses, beneath the sky.
It's a cosmic world, flying saucers, alienation, hot on your heart.
You're the flower of the moment, technics speak, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're the flower of the moment.
Technics speak.
Space travel, we're going far.
Open your windows, fresh air.
I'm 20,000 deep, up in the clouds, yeah.
Cloud night, yeah.
Cloud night.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so high I can touch the sky, yeah.
Oh, you're the flower of the moment, technics speak, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're the flower of the moment, technics speak.
Oh.
No doubt I will get up, come into your house, look at your sky.




You at theolutions.

But they don't.
They don't.





Yeah, man, just do it for the glass
In your life, man
Yeah, man, just do it for the glass
Yeah, man, just do it for the glass
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