Same old same old
but this old dog don't
bite so easy anymore
nothing's permanent
anyway I always find a way
to force open another door
and all I want to do
tonight
is drift on the sound
tide and feel all right
carry that ocean
in my pocket
and my home is
anywhere
I can find a socket
and if rock won't
have me
I'll roll along free
on my sound tide
baby
no more the wannabe
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