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My guitar might need a tune up
Maybe a frisbee I can throw in the dark
'Cause that's all I really need
Besides oxygen, water, and friends
Yeah, that's all I need to live
And I live happy
Even if things are worse than they were before

I turn my computer chair
And my guitar just hits the wall again
I'm still not used to this new house
I open up my journal
And get taken back a year
Goddamn this summer's wearin' shackles
Last year I just felt so free
And that's all I really need now
To be free
So every now and then
No, I mean every single day
I'll find the time to throw that frisbee If school and work take up my days
Then it's nights I'll keep myself sane
Even if I never sleep again