(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)
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Autodidact
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Between The Buried And Me |