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I lay down knowing I may need to spend the night.

My ethereal transport. It takes me on a guided tour of a place outside myself. I leave this body to float above. Till I fall back in; slide back in gently and feel every cell tingling, tumbling. Just then, when I truly feel that I've landed, suddenly, I am lifted again. I have evaporated and reformed. Every part of me is in its right place.

Warning: Use extra caution operating motor vehicles while blasting Kid A.
Your car and the road may not be as they seem.

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