Sitting here, my minds an empty page,
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But I'll try, yes I will to exist.
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A funky guitar, liberates me from my cage.
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Well you asked so I say, that's how songs are made.
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Where do I go when I need some inspiration.
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Love affair, jump a cliff, light a spliff.
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Simply vibe, with some wicked orchestration.
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Well you asked so I say, that's how songs are made.
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Oh, searching in the back of my mind,
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Try to sleep, see if I dream,
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see if something comes from nowhere.
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Oh oh. Search again theres something I can find.
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Try to sleep, see if I dream.
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If I let it go, it comes back to me.
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u res your head to lay.
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If you love it so. It comes back to you.
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Back to you. Back to you.
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What do I do, for a little motivation,
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On a beach, out of reach, ooh life's a peach.
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Sometimes I need just a little isolation.
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On my own, answerphone, toblerone, ummmmm.
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A little dedication, a little isolation, yeah.
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A little motivation, give me some information. Yeah.
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In the middle of the day. When you res your head to lay
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Something Special
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