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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