Surf Rock America

Everybody needs a friend
But you just spread me paper-thin
I want to be alone again
Yeah I'll admit it

And every time I rest assured
You come and use me that much more
I'd say you came on like a whore
Except you didn't

Every time I'm feeling pure and new
I guess you see that as your cue
I guess I'd rather it be you
Eventually I'll forget it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's time to make a new thing old
You glitter but you're not gold
Let's put everything on hold
And now you're given



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