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I was a young boy, green to the living scene
So many people talking, yet so much left to dream
Crushed by the power of my own demons
And I had no idea what to and not to think
But I think I found the missing link
[chorus:]
But this life is so tasteless
It could use a little flavor
My mind is so spaceless
But I'm not asking for favors
I had hopes of being a big star
Guitar in the passenger of my fancy car
On the way to play a big stage
But no idea where I should start
This life is so tasteless
It could use a little flavor
My mind is so spaceless
But I'm not asking for favors
What is all the fussing about?
What exactly did I miss?
My mind's an umbrella
To cover me from negatory mist
But this life is so tasteless
It could use a little salt
When you need a happy song
I am not the one you call
This life is so tasteless
It could use a little flavor
My mind is so spaceless
But I'm not asking for favors
But this life is so tasteless
It could use a little salt
When you need a happy song
I am not the one you call
I was a young boy
With dreams of being normal, being free
But the one who kept me from it
Was a little thing called me
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Was a little thing called me
But the one who kept me from it
With dreams of being normal, being free
I was a young boy
I am not the one you call
When you need a happy song
It could use a little salt
But this life is so tasteless
But I'm not asking for favors
My mind is so spaceless
It could use a little flavor
This life is so tasteless
I am not the one you call
When you need a happy song
It could use a little salt
But this life is so tasteless
To cover me from negatory mist
My mind's an umbrella
What exactly did I miss?
What is all the fussing about?
But I'm not asking for favors
My mind is so spaceless
It could use a little flavor
This life is so tasteless
But no idea where I should start
On the way to play a big stage
Guitar in the passenger of my fancy car
I had hopes of being a big star
But I'm not asking for favors
My mind is so spaceless
It could use a little flavor
But this life is so tasteless
[chorus:]
But I think I found the missing link
And I had no idea what to and not to think
Crushed by the power of my own demons
So many people talking, yet so much left to dream
I was a young boy, green to the living scene
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