It's 3 o'clock,
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and we ask ourselves,
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"Where are we now?"
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It seems we've wondered out of bounds again!
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(Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
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things that are stored
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deep inside of our brains!)
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I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
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Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?
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Man, I've got to find my way back home,
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but I'm too deep inside
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It's 4 o'clock,
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and we ask ourselves,
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"Where did we go wrong?
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We passed my house at least an hour ago!"
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Over and over, we ask ourselves why
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don't we utilize things
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that are stored deep inside of our brains!
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I'm on my own and I can't see straight?
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Am I sooo stoned that I can't see straight?
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It's 5 o'clock,
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and we tell ourselves,
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"We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!"
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I'm way too deep inside to go home...
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I've got to get sane!
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Deep Inside
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| Incubus |
