| If you wake up and realize you’ve done nothing with your life
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| Could you get a second chance to get things right?
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| I’d like to think so, I’d like to think so
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| Instead you stay up all night watching Jaws and getting high
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| Could you then grow up to be a shark?
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| Oh no no, oh no no, I don’t think so
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| And if you’re sickened by the sea and all it has inside
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| Could that shark then turn into me?
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| Golly I suppose, golly I suppose
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| And do you feel quite deep?
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| Your drug-induced philosophies
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| Mere puddles diluted into seas
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| Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, I do think so
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| You turn fishes to beasts
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| Just ambitions and dreams
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| Your facade is fading
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| From far off you look very tall
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| Close up you don’t scare me…
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| If you stay up all night drinking someone else’s wine
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| Contemplating space and time
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| Does that make you deep? |
| Or maybe you’re just a thief?
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| If you cite great thinkers of old
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| Can one day people quote your words?
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| Oh no no, oh no no, I don’t think so
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| You’re stumbling, misquoting, there’s a slur in your speech
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| Oh no, oh no
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| Drunk ambitions and dreams
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| From far off you look very tall
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| Close up you don’t scare me at all
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| From far off you look very tall
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| Close up you’re nothing at all
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| There’s a vast and growing wallet in the sky
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| Dispersing knowledge via cannabis and wine
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| So grab your boots and grab a pail
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| Raise a flag and set your sails!
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| Puddle jump and talk of whales!
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| Reach on out and grab it, now you got it!
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| …Oh, it’s gone…
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| At least you had it for a moment
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| It tasted sweet, I’m sure
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| Reach on out and grab it, now you got it!
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| …Oh, it’s gone…
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| At least you had it for a moment
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| It tasted sweet, I’m sure it did
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| From far off you look very tall
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| Close up you don’t scare me at all
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| From far off you look very tall
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| Close up you are nothing… nothing |