My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas.

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The Psychic - crash test dummies

She knows the future like the palm in your hand, she knows your past like the lay of the land

The first time she met me she saw right through me, some cards and a cane in her hand

And she said, all the years that have come to pass and all the years that shall be

I see here right before me



She said her visions were a bane in her life, she could not control them, they kept her up nights

I know what you're thinking, I haven't been drinking, She knew things that cut like a knife

And she said, all the years that have come to pass and all the years that shall be

I see here right before me



Will there be earthquakes and great tidal waves, can she see back to the dinosaur days?

How can she foresee just by squinting at me and can she see me naked in her mind's eye?



What does she think when she foretells a disease, would she keep it a secret if death stood before me?

What could some cards hold, where is her foothold, can I escape what she sees?

And she said, all the years that have come to pass and all the years that shall be

I see here right before me, I see here before me