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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