| 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 |