| When you’re stuck out in the middle
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| You just figure that there’s something you’re missing
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| But it turns out that California
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| Is just tripping and disinterested kissing
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| Back in my hometown
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| There was nothing but the hum of the locusts
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| And the rest of my life
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| To get used to being washed out of showbiz
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| I was down around the docks
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| But I never saw anyone surfing
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| From a distance it looked pretty much perfect
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| But it’s different in person
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| The doctor said he only wants
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| To help me make more healthy decisions
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| Went out around the Fourth of July
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| And I was back by Thanksgiving
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| I danced around the subject
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| I swam in the Pacific
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| Like the westernmost American
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| Lanyards into laminates
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| Everybody’s trying to get the right kind of wristband
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| Banging on the door again
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| She just wasn’t answering
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| Showbiz is a struggle, man
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| Someone called an ambulance
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| Straightened out her necklace
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| And we sped to Good Samaritan
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| That girl from the Genesee Cleaners wasn’t from there either
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| We sunk into the seats downtown at some second shot theater
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| She took me home to her place in a camper van behind some old warehouse
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| Said she couldn’t come down and crash until we listened to 'Wipe Out'
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| Her character’s cool
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| She’s just dialing in her motivation
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| She’s into new things
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| But she won’t go to a second location
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| She’s never gone deep
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| But she might make an exception for Shark Week
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| When they kicked in the door
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| They said, «That's way too much blood for a nosebleed»
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| Hospital security
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| Everybody needs to see the right color wristband
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| She said she had a meeting
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| I thought they were mistaken
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| But depression isn’t kidding, man
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| The scene stuck in my head of her spread out on her bed
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| Like she’s showing off her wingspan
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| I sat in heavy traffic
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| I drowned in the Pacific
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| Then I went back to the heartland
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| The doctor said he only wants
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| To help me make some better decisions
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| Went out around the Fourth of July
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| And I was back by Thanksgiving
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| I saw a few stars
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| But I never made it into a movie
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| Still trying to make moves
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| But I’m back in Independence, Missouri |