Who am I really?
Ridin' down the highway
I feel the beat of the music
Surfin' through the stations
The radio waves crash against me
As the World's Swept away
I'm an Artist with a passion
Small town rebel outside the fashion
Punk stuck in the country
Dreamin' of the California palm trees
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