| Well, it’s all just scared of dying
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| But isn’t this a beach?
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| And if I know one thing at all
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| Is I cannot just be a peach
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| Oh, you come in all woke now
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| So, please enjoy the feast
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| We are weightless like a wayless beast
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| So what is it we don’t teach?
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| When we were children we were hell-bent
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| Or oblivious at least
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| But now it comes to mind
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| We are terrified
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| So we run and hide
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| For a verified little peace
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| So what of this release?
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| Sun light feels good now, don’t it?
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| And I don’t have a leaving plan
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| But something’s gotta ease your mind
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| But it’s all fine, or it’s all crime anyway
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| There were six of us sitting creek side
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| Sifting fistfuls through the green
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| Every which way could be seen
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| Was the sand and time
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| Not a pantomime
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| More like anodyne
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| Was a friend of mine
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| You’da known, you’da known
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| I could prophet
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| I could rob I, however
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| Everywhere isn’t everywhere
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| This is not a veil
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| Or a fairy tale in the least
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| So what of this release?
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| Some life feels good now, don’t it?
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| (I think I need it)
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| Don’t have to have a leaving plan
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| (Have to let it)
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| Nothing’s gonna ease your mind
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| Well, it’s all fine and we’re all fine anyway
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| But if you wait, it won’t be undone |