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7%
Written by Jon Harris

I don't remember being dead,
I can't remember hell,
I don't remember heaven as well,
But a familiar smell,

If your feeling trust you know who I am,
To be real is a must that's me if I can,
When I'm feeling small it's a bigger land,
Where I try to remember as a child man,

Canned disease we buy,
In the breeze we let others die,
Then with ease we go and buy,
The things we like,

If your feeling trust you know who I am,
To be real is a must that's me if I can,
When I'm feeling small it's a better land,
So I try to remember as a child man,
Yes I try to remember as a child man,

You know your brain is better than everything,
We've got going wrong,
And so with 7 percent we fake,
A world in secular survival,
I don't like that at all be internal,
Be internal,

If your feeling trust you know who I am,
To be real is a must that's me if I can,
When I'm feeling small it's a bigger land,
Where I try to remember as a child man,
Yeah I try to remember as a child man,
I'm trying to remember as a child man,
Try to remember as a child man.

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