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(Begin) |
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The freethinking brain can finally travel |
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Take in the radio waves and stew up that imagination |
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I worry too much |
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Boredom gets to me |
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Pussy |
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Yes they call me this |
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The masters of the ocean churn down in my mind |
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Calling me only what I feel at times |
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I just want to be loved and liked by everyone |
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Shining down on my every move |
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Impossible thoughts |
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Stay on this cruise |
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Never go back |
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Relaxation calms these metal nerves |
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Need to just let go and become a giant |
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Forcing the improvement of our musical system |
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One can't do such |
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Especially with such lack of confidence |
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Maybe they will see it |
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Maybe they will frown upon this face |
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Time |
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I keep drifting away |
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I look forward to these days physically |
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But mentally they become very tiring |
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Why worry |
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Personal happiness should be all that matters |
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(I feel the most of the time) |
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Days like today |
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Mordecai flies down on this ship |
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and stares me in the eyes |
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(every time, can't change) |
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Maybe I should just be this bedroom performer |
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I keep hearing of |
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No pressure, no boundaries |
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Only personal pleasing |
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Coward |
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Yes I call myself this |
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Control |
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Control me |
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Sit back now |
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Piss it all away |
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Loser losing lost |
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(scene) |
