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by Charles Carreon
Well it's hot weather
In the middle of spring
We got together
Now we got to sing
Hot mamas in the cool spring night
Hot lamas to hold them tight
Now psychic interaction
It's got to happen
And when old souls meet
Reality gets flattened
Raise the energy way up high
It will come down to earth
In the middle of the night
Yeah, it's hot weather,
As hot as can be
I'm burning up
With a sweet disease,
I'm on fire in the middle of a lake
Don't know how much more
of this enlightenment
I can take
Well everyone takes risks
And everyone gets dissed
And when they do
Everyone gets pissed
But my automatic action
Is to hold my fire
So get your ass away from me
and suck on the wire
It's a hot season
Without reason
A diseased operation
That flourishes on treason
A file-destroying worm
With an eye on self-protection
Instantaneous replication
And no hope of resurrection
It's a mean hour
In a hideous day
Why you wanna see yourself that way?
Why you wanna rip a hole in the sky?
A place to get out when you have to die.
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