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It's the start of a good day, good day, good day |
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Things are going my way, my way fast |
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Illuminated by the LCD screen, |
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Your face is calling me, it's calling me, calling me home |
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One brain is telling me to sing praise, sing praise, |
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The other side is yelling blasphemy, blasphemy, |
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I bite the bullet, write a ten page essay |
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Long hauls in the long hall |
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Long halls and bathroom stalls, |
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Ten hour flight but it's worth it all |
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Across the ocean at a dead snail's pace, |
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Your face is calling me, it's calling me, calling me home |
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Your face is calling me, it's calling me, calling me home |
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I'm awokened by a square wave, square wave |
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Stolen taco, a little delay, delay |
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After that I'll simply program a beat |
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The ambiance has got me up off my feet |
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I wish that I could find some inspiration |
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During hours that don't curb my attention |
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Across the ocean at a dead snail's pace |
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Your face is calling me, it's calling me, calling me home |
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Driving away, gotta think fast, think fast, |
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Go to school and write a new track, new track |
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Look to God and look for some direction |
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His face is calling me, it's calling me, calling me home |
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His face is calling me, it's calling me, calling me home |
