Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no, no, he's outside, looking in Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no, no, he's outside, looking in He'll fly his astral plane Takes you trips around the bay Brings you back the same day Timothy Leary Timothy Leary Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no, no, he's outside, looking in Timothy Leary's dead No, no, no, no, he's outside, looking in He'll fly his astral plane Takes you trips around the bay Brings you back the same day Timothy Leary Timothy Leary Along the coast you'll hear them boast About a light they say that shines so clear So raise your glass, we'll drink a toast To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier He'll take you up, he'll bring you down He'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground He flies so high, he swoops so low He knows exactly which way he's gonna go Timothy Leary Timothy Leary He'll take you up, he'll bring you down He'll plant your feet back on the ground He flies so high, he swoops so low Timothy Leary He'll fly his astral plane He'll take you trips around the bay He'll bring you back the same day Timothy Leary Timothy Leary Timothy Leary Timothy Leary Timothy Leary Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: R. Thomas
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