You search your mind
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Thata¢æ¢âs what ita¢æ¢âs there for
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Check all the whysa¢æ¢â
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And all the whereforesa¢æ¢â
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In your mind
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Youa¢æ¢âre tall and brave
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Riding the crest
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Of a high and beautiful wave
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You make your movements known
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And where you want to be
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And everybody knows
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Thata¢æ¢âs how ita¢æ¢âs got to be
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In the sheltered morning sun
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In the sheltered morning sun
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Internally
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You make your own rules
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Youa¢æ¢âll have excuses
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The ones that you choose
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In the end
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You deem unsafe;
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Riding the crest
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Of a high and beautiful wave
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You make your movements known...
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There comes a time
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You dona¢æ¢ât even know whata¢æ¢âs missing
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Some sugar to make the pill go down
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You need a line
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A push in the right direction
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The sugar that makes the pill go down
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True
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True to form
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True to pre-existing norms
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Truly wasted
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At a rave
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Riding the crest
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Of a high and beautiful wave
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Riding The Crest
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| A-ha |
