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The world's locked up in your head |
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You've been pouring it a concrete bed |
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Your habits ossify |
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You don't realize you're fried |
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To find someone you love |
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You've gotta be someone you love |
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The reason's somewhere in the din |
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But it takes years 'til it sinks in |
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You've used up the easy streets |
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And you lost your taste for treats |
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So fried |
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Stay high if you have to |
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Do whatever it asks you |
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You've got another calling |
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Don't let it pass you |
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You know it coz you wrote it |
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You just didn't think you'd actually do it |
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It's just another wish you wished |
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In a very long list |
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To find someone you love |
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You've gotta call your own bluff |
