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Part I. "Youthful Enthusiasm" (Instrumental) |
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Part II. "Psych 101" |
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Well a bad day fishin' is better than a good day at work |
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But a bad day in paradise is a bad deal |
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Let's say goodbye before we've ever met |
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You're alone on the shore of cranium reef |
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No one gets inside my head |
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No one |
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I'm a bad part of town on a bad stretch of road. |
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I'm a bag of tricks in a balancing act |
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I'm a battered heart and a bath of tears |
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I'm no bank and no barrel of monkeys |
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You're alone on the shore of cranium reef. |
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No one gets inside my head |
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No one |
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You're a band of gypsies and a band of thieves |
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Now you're burning in the sun and you've washed ashore |
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Don't try "psych 101" on me - we've been there before |
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I've got a cold embrace at the cranium reef |
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Trust me you're all alone at the cranium reef |
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Part III "Primal Defense" |
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Heart and mind may disagree |
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But I'm growing old |
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Too far down the road to change now |
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'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side |
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you're so much more than I care to find |
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What is sacred? What is profane? |
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Your approach is near and there's something |
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I fear inside of you -reminding me like a mirror that shows |
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My past that died long ago |
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No closet full of skeletons |
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Can bring me out here |
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I've got a cold blank stare so don't wait |
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I've got a colder embrace |
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You're an Ivy League amateur |
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"I mean no one comes in here ever" |
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No one comes in here |
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No one. No one. |
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No one passes cranium reef |
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Not even I can look at my grief |
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Don't come to me pretending you're wise |
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I am a man who can see what is real |
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And is fear what is real? |
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Stranded on cranium reef |
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Alone with your thoughts you can drink with your grief |
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You color your lies with a cool motif |
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Stranded on cranium reef |
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Lost at cranium reef |
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At my coral barrier of disbelief |
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You're a cold hard future with no relief |
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Brutal reality at cranium reef |
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I am a bitter pill to swallow |
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I am a bittersweet memory |
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You need me like a hole in the head |
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Now show me that our "body" is real |
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We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues |
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And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing |
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can rebuild...no, no, no, no. |
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I am a bitter pill to swallow |
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I am a bittersweet memory |
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You need me like a hole in the head |
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Now show me that our "body" is real |
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We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues |
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And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing |
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can rebuild...no, no, no, no. |
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Heart and mind may disagree |
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But I'm growing old |
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Too far down the road to change now |
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'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side |
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you're so much more than I care to find... (repeat refrain) |
