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I'��m inside this movie

And I'��m some sort of actress

They got the proper location

But I'��m wearing the wrong dress



They got so many actions

And they can'��t find the film crew

And I guess I might as well be in the nude

'��Cause there'��s no one here to tell me what to do



Down at the station

They have started the New Age

I got a full invitation

But I flunked at the last stage



There were too many questions

And no, no one to talk to

And I guess that'��s what they call 'in solitude
When there'��s no one here to tell the answers to



This is your solid tear

This is your landing gear

This is you on and on

We'��re heading down the road of self-reliance



I once knew this lady
She was full of frustrations

She'��s a suntanned example

Of a worn-out Caucasian



She said, '�� Don'��t take the offer

'��Cause you don'��t really need to'��

And I guess that'��s why she hates, her solitude

'��Cause she never had a heart to listen to



Bouncers in rehab

Saying they'��ll get you

'��Cause they know you'��re not leaving

Until someone connects you



To the proper authorities

Who have somehow forgotten

How to make a civil person out of you

And now there'��s no one here to tell the answers to



This is your solid tear

This is your landing gear

This is you on and on

We'��re heading down the road of self-reliance

We'��re heading down the road of self-reliance

Heading down the road of self-reliance