Surfing the yin yang on a board of alcoholic contemplation
To the shores of utter disappointment
Only to be chased further by
Nihilistic visions over two city blocks on a unicycle
Makes one happy to wake up sweaty
Thus realizing that it was all a bittersweet dream
And coffee never tasted so good
After nights spent soaked in
The perspiration of chasing God
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You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And there you stayed till morning came
And you were not the same after that
You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
You see them drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on...
To it
You took the word and made it heard
And eased the people's pain and for that
You were idolized, immortalized
And you were not the same after that
Walking tall, you'd bought it all
And you were not the same after that
Till someone died on the waterslide
And you were not the same after that
You see them drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!)
You see them drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on
You've hanging on You're hanging on
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