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There must be more to this life
Than one strife after a strife
And there must be more for us to gather
Than a one damn thing after another

I know
There must be some kind of other life
That does it all, like butter does the knife
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through, into your higher self
Into your higher self

Keep inside that avalanche of joy
That shining light of luminescent eyes, ahoy
Beacon to the suchness of all things
And oh, yes, that one that makes fiery blaze

I know
There must be some kind of other life
That does it all, like butter does the knife
Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through, into your higher self
Your higher self

One mania after mania
One phobia after phobia
One damn strife after a strife
Promise of the afterkife, afterkife

Drop the strife

And so the the prince of wild frontiers
Turned to jewels all these years
Secrets out, but used by none
So it flickered, and was gone

I know
There must be some kind of other life
That does it all, like butter does the knife
And there must be more for us to gather
Than a one damn thing after another

Not some half-forgotten mystic death
But break on through, into your higher self

Your higher self, your higher self, higher, yeah!

Break into, into your higher self

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