| You could be dustbowl wonderin'
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| Night sky ponderin'
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| Dudes with regrets for days
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| Or pitbull wranglin'
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| Phone cord strangling
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| Queens with the ice cream glaze
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| We’re conscience fumblin'
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| Grey sky rumblin'
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| Ghosts and that’s cool with me
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| There are nukes overhead
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| Bloodstains in my bed
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| Man, I just wanna play frisbee
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| Yeah
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| I keep on melting in lava
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| I just can’t help myself
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| I keep my head above water
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| And keep myself to myself
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| I’m a pizza slice murderin'
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| Bad plan nurturin'
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| Fool tryna find my place
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| And it’s a big world beckonin'
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| Days of reckonin'
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| Maybe I should buy a new face?
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| We got plot line thickenin'
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| Campfire flickerin'
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| Treason schemes in the night
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| Yeah it’s a jet joyride
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| The strom’s outside
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| And I just wanna fly my kite
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| Alright
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| I keep on melting in lava
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| I just can’t help myself
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| I keep my head above water
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| And keep myself to myself
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| Yeah yeah I just wanna play frisbee
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| Oh, I just wanna fly my kite
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| Yeah yeah maybe the problem’s me
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| Oh, I just wanna feel alright
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| And instead of finding nirvana
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| I just keep losing myself
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| Somebody call up the doctor
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| My brain is bad for myself
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| I keep on melting in lava
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| I just can’t help myself
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| I keep my head above water
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| And keep myself to myself
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| Yeah yeah I just wanna play frisbee
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| Oh, I just wanna fly my kite
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| Yeah yeah maybe the problem’s me
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| Oh, I just wanna feel alright |