| I was lying on the side of the road
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| Not so different from a pile of trash
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| Irritated as a heat rash
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| Plucking hairs out of my mustache
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| One by one
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| Thought my upper lip needed some sun
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| And I was looking for the secret code
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| Wandering around American roads
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| Oh, it was an inspiration payload
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| Pretty good grease for frying memories
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| Strike a bolt of lightning into me
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| Surfing on a sea of ecstasy
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| Wonder how this all could come to be
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| Breathe
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| Do it again, do it again
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| Take a deep breath and hold it, hold it in
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| Wait around all night to strike the match
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| But all the fumes have wandered home
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| So what should’ve been an inferno
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| Is a faint nostalgic glow
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| Pretty good grease for frying memories
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| Strike a bolt of lightning into me
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| Surfing on a sea of ecstasy
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| Wonder how this all could come to be
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| I had a dream love and light were winning
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| I woke up laughing, I woke up singing
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| And now these memories
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| Strike a bolt of lightning into me
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| Surfing on a sea of ecstasy
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| Wonder how this all could come to be
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| Breathe
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| Breathe |