Lyrics Good Guy - Rare Americans
Woah-oh-oh
Woo!
Woah-oh-oh
We're
all
trying
to
understand
ourselves
And
the
choices
that
we
make
Which
were
a
character,
if
we
jump
up
gettin'
bit
by
snakes
Sometimes
I
do
all
the
talking
Sometimes
I
say
nothin'
at
all
Sometimes
I
act
confident
Sometimes
I
am
sheepish
and
two
feet
tall
Who
knows
why
we
are
the
way
we
are?
(I
ask
myself
the
same
question)
I
think
our
lives
are
the
dreams
of
someone
else
(Maybe
we're
all
connected
in
some
way)
And
our
dreams
are
their
real
lives
We
get
to
test
drive
In
a
strange
corner
of
this
fucked
up
life
And
for
my
sake,
I
hope
you're
A
good
guy
A
good
guy
Did
you
ever
see
a
picture
from
years
ago
and
think
That
person
and
I
were
not
related
How'd
I
change
in
such
a
blink?
I
feel
like
I'm
barely
in
the
same
body
I
used
to
be
a
snaky,
never
was
under
control
Screaming
f-bombs
without
a
blink
and
punching
at
the
walls
Why
was
I
so
mad?
Was
that
me
at
the
court?
Kick
the
shit
out
of
myself,
man
Who
knows
why
we
are
the
way
we
are?
(If
you
could
have
the
answer
to
one
question,
what
would
it
be?)
I
think
our
lives
are
the
dreams
of
someone
else
(are
we
alone
in
this
universe?)
(Is
there
life
after
death?
Does
God
exist?)
And
our
dreams
are
their
real
lives
We
get
to
test
drive
In
a
strange
corner
of
this
fucked
up
life
And
for
my
sake,
I
hope
you're
A
good
guy
I
remember
you
in
my
memories
But
if
my
memories
of
you
weren't
true
I
remember
you
in
my
memories
But
if
my
memories
of
you
weren't
true
What
would
I
do?
(What
would
I
do?)
What
would
I
do?
You're
a
figment
of
my
imagination
Just
a
part
of
someone
else's
dream
In
another
constellation
Woah-oh-oh!
Hey-hey-hey!
Woo!
Woah-oh-oh!
Woo!
Who
knows
why
we
are
the
way
we
are?
(It's
okay
not
knowing
all
the
answers)
(It's
the
thirst
for
knowledge
that
drives
us)
I
think
our
lives
are
the
dreams
of
someone
else
And
our
dreams
are
their
real
lives
We
get
to
test
drive
In
a
strange
corner
of
this
fucked
up
life
And
for
my
sake,
I
hope
you're
A
good
guy
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