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Anslinger

Fly with me into the sky.
Open your eye.
Open your eye.

Follow me into the woods.
Breathe in deep.
Fill your lungs.

The Devil's seed has cast a spell on me.

Mist of morning turns into the smoke of night... We are alright.
Follow burning trails into the evening sky... We are alive.

Our eyes hazed with green, your leaf's a lover's dream.

Come on... Feel us...

Fight the war, bong in hand.
Free the weed 'cross the land.
Take that toke in freedom's name!

In freedom's name!