| Sitting on a beach
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| With a guitar in my hand
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| Moments on my mind
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| Like footprints in the sand
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| The rivalry that lives inside of me is so explosive
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| One side drinks chai tea and knows yoga poses
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| And keeps life peaceful and sleeps nights, buenas noches
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| The other side smokes roaches, take drugs and overdoses
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| With his eyes open wide high-speed on roller coasters
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| Yo I chose this life I lead, at least most of it
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| But sometimes I need to go with the flow a bit
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| I know this little island in the sea where the lotuses
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| Grow; |
| in the Odyssey, Ulysses noticed it
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| In Homer’s myth it’s known as the home of the Lotus Eaters
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| I go to sip ambrosia; |
| each drop on my throat is sweeter
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| And I’m a devoted seeker of the ultimate high
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| Music to blow the speakers, tequila, salt and lime
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| It’s like I go to sleep thirsty and wired all the time
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| So I’m slow to speak words to describe how sublime
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| The flowers you find in this place taste
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| If you believe in religion imagine heaven as a state
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| Of complete hedonism, imagine freedom in prison |
| Where there isn’t even a difference between dreamin' and livin'
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| I feel like a demon driven to this heathen existence
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| That I’ve seen in a vision like a gleam in the distance
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| Though I admit feeling a bit of a sneaking suspicion
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| That I’ve seen it retreating when I’ve been within inches
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| Sitting on a beach
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| With a guitar in my hand
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| Moments on my mind
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| Like footprints in the sand
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| Last night
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| I saw fish in the sky
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| I saw stars in the sand
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| My oh my oh my
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| My pain isn’t there, except in the past tense
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| My brain is aware of nothing but distractions
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| That’s why I came here, hash and absinthe
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| Dreams and carefree bohemian passions
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| A stranger’s hair smells like frankincense
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| I strain my ears towards a Rastaman’s
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| Music I can’t quite hear; |
| that’s when I sense
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| A change in the air, perhaps an accident
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| Reacting to veins impaired by pathogens
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| Breathing, I reappraise where my path has been
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| Leading; |
| my bloodstream needs a drastic spring
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| Cleaning, and I react with abstinence
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| I have to cleanse myself and take my life back again |
| This is what happens when people like me get tethered
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| To the hedonist life, and keep squeezing pleasure
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| From the heat of the night; |
| it’s like we can never
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| Believe the feeling is right, so eventually we sever
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| The leash and take flight; |
| for me it’s an effort
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| But I need to be delivered, and keep eating better
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| And keep seeking the treasure found in deep reading matter
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| I can’t even measure how long I’ve been inside relaxed
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| Gradually digesting in Venus Fly Traps
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| But I can see the sky now; |
| I’ve got my drive back
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| These things in life that I can’t explain
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| Intoxication it bleeds my brain
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| It eases my pain
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| It feeds my flame
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| It bleeds my veins
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| It cleaves my frame
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| But I need my strength
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| Sitting on a beach
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| I feel like I’m a beast on this beach all I want is peace
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| With a guitar in my hands
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| As I stand inanimate a minute in this distant land
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| Moments on my mind
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| With one open eyelid left behind on this blind island
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| Like footprints in the sand
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| My inner dilemma’s been expanding as long as I’ve been in this trance |
| Last Night
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| I had to sacrifice the afterlife to feed my appetite
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| I saw fish in the sky
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| I listened to my heartbeat and start to weep wishing to die
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| I saw stars in the Sand
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| But instead of letting hardships win I make departure plans
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| My oh my oh my
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| I think I’m ready to fly |