| It’s coming up beach boys
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| It’s gonna be a lot of fun
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| The water’s getting deeper
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| It’s gonna drown everyone
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| It’s coming up beach boys
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| The weathers getting messed about. |
| You better bring boards down
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| The waves are bigger than a house
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| 2.02 killer year
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| No fear, proceed without blame
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| No shame
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| Playing games with lives unborn
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| No scorn
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| Not torn between just and fucked up. |
| We’ve stuffed up
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| Time to pick up
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| It’s coming up beach boys
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| It’s gonna be a lot of fun
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| The water’s getting deeper
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| It’s gonna drown everyone
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| It’s coming up beach boys
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| The weathers getting messed about You better bring boards down
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| The waves are bigger than a house
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| 2.02 killer year
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| The year that broke our broken wheel
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| Is it enough that we’re a speck of dust, speeding though a void of stuff?
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| We teeter on an axe edge
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| Water signage, never read it
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| How pathetic, coinciding
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| Mystifying, sleep Declining
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| Too little, too late to contemplate
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| Gotta make moves, cannot wait
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| Need to recreate a clean slate
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| Plan B, C and D
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| However many needs it needs to be to keep us free in ecstasy
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| It’s easier to swallow hiding in your burrow
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| No need to wallow in your sorrows
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| Woo!
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| It’s coming up beach boys
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| It’s gonna be a lot of fun
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| The water’s getting deeper
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| It’s gonna drown everyone |