I keep looking for a place to fit
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Where I can speak my mind
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I've been trying hard to find the people
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That I won't leave behind
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They say I got brains
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But they ain't doing me no good
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I wish they could
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Each time things start to happen again
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I think I got something good goin' for myself
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But what goes wrong
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Sometimes I feel very sad
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Sometimes I feel very sad
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(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
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Sometimes I feel very sad
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(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times
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Every time I get the inspiration
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To go change things around
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No one wants to help me look for places
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Where new things might be found
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Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
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What's it all about
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Each time things start to happen again
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I think I got something good goin' for myself
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But what goes wrong
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Sometimes I feel very sad
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Sometimes I feel very sad
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(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
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Sometimes I feel very sad
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(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times
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I Just Wasn't Made For These Times
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| Brian Wilson |
