| Being alone it can be quite romantic
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| Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the sea Atlantic
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| A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
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| Going to depths where the sun’s never shone
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| And I fascinate myself when I’m alone
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| So I go a little overboard but hang on to the hull
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| While I’m airbrushing fantasy art on a life
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| That’s really kind of dull
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| Oh, I’m in a lull
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| I’m all for moderation but sometimes it seems
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| Moderation itself can be a kind of extreme
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| So I joined the congregation
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| I joined the softball team
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| I went in for my confirmation
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| Where incense looks like steam
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| I start conjugating proverbs
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| Where once there were nouns
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| This whole damn rhyme scheme’s starting to get me down
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| Oh, I’m in a lull
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| I’m in a lull
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| Being alone it can be quite romantic
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| Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the atlantic
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| A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
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| Going to depths where the sun’s never shone
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| And I fascinate myself when I’m alone
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| I’m rambling on rather self consciously
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| While I’m stirring these condiments into my tea
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| And I think I’m so lame
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| I bet I think this song’s about me
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| Don’t I don’t I don’t I?
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| I’m in a lull |