The world's locked up in your head
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You've been pouring it a concrete bed
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Your habits ossify
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You don't realize you're fried
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To find someone you love
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You've gotta be someone you love
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The reason's somewhere in the din
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But it takes years 'til it sinks in
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You've used up the easy streets
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And you lost your taste for treats
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So fried
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Stay high if you have to
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Do whatever it asks you
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You've got another calling
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Don't let it pass you
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You know it coz you wrote it
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You just didn't think you'd actually do it
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It's just another wish you wished
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In a very long list
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To find someone you love
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You've gotta call your own bluff
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Concrete Bed
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Nada Surf |