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Camphor

A feeling like camphor, rushing through my tubes

A cooling drought, a rare interlude

Drowning depression to admire and trust

Who can watch a man making dust to dust?One legal dose of environment

The ballad of a playground swing

There's a lonely dog, so misunderstood

He's left his chores to become someone's friendThings are so enchanting, high on life

Then, once again, the flash of pines

Beck to this breathtaking view

Where the peeks are so high, full of encouragement

And the paints of the Gods' color code

Things are so enchanting, high on lifeThings are where they can't be high on life

So, I'm thinking about my favorite dream

An adventure not out of bounds

It dries my eyes to know mother earth hears

I'm invisible to blue hounds

Songwriters

C. CURNIN, J. WEST-ORAM, ADAM WOODS, D.K. BROWNPublished by

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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