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Paroles: Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Deep Inside.


It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves,
"Where are we now?"
It seems we've wondered out of bounds again!

Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
Things that are stored....

Deep inside...I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
Deep inside...Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?

It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves,
"Where did we go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago!"

Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
Things that are stored....

Deep inside...I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
Deep inside...Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?

It's 5 o'clock, and we tell ourselves,
"We need to get home!
The sun is creeping overhead again!"

I'm way too deep inside to go home...
I've got to get sane!
Man, I've got to find my way back home but I'm too deep inside