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I have this friend who was born again. |
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Every morning he wakes relieved of his sins. |
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Oh, after hours of losing himself, |
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He gets to his knees and he prays for his health. |
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And to the palm trees and driving south |
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It's in the waves where we find ourselves |
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Back at the ocean to meet with dirt where we will wait and find ourselves. |
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And we will talk in ways that life has been so mean |
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And see, there's always someone, always stepping one me. |
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Oh please, please, please, tell me. |
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Oh wake me, wake me, But don't tell me I'm lazy when I |
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Pull the covers back over my face. |
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Oh wake me, wake me, because we're all going crazy |
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and we're always preaching that everyone's wrong. |
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And to the palm trees and driving south |
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It's in the the waves where we find ourselves |
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back at the ocean to meet with dirt we will wait to find ourselves |
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So we can talk of ways that life has been so mean |
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And see there's always someone, always stepping on me. |
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Oh please, please, please, tell me. |
