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i got a date with the master, my friend, a sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen, from perfection to disaster again, thanx for showing me what's real, a rendezvous with the psychic once more, she's sneaking thought into my brain i'm sure, am i one of the cynic, the pure?, am i one of the sane?, who knows the troubled one that knows?, prophets come and prophets go, and again i tried to think, that burden only made me sink, crawling back to isola to weep, somewhere under the sea so deep, i don't know what to show ya that's neat, but it will be bigger than you and me, who knows the troubled one that knows?, prophets come and prophets go, and again i tried to think, that burden only made me sink