I woke up the other day walked out to blue suburban skies,
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skies filled with dreams and butterflies
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and i wondered to myself how do I fit in this game?
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just a nameless face or faceless name
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then i remembered an old friend of mine how we'd watch tv all night
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tell each other about our dreams, but i don't see him no more, no.
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light a cigarette and watch this day go by,
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burned another six minutes to the sky
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i need a fucking answer but i guess that's why we live this life
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a constant search for something right
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now my mind is wondering how am i going to get fucked up today,
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light a bowl and see it all fade away
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it happens everyday
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Ben Moves To California
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| The Broadways |
