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Forgive the following, but it's how I feel right now. (Not the part about the "fair-weather friends", don't worry. :)

I keep looking for a place to fit where I can speak my mind,
I've been trying hard to find people that I won't leave behind,

They say I got brains, but they ain't doing me no good,
I wish they could

Each time things start to happen again I think
I got something good goin' for myself

But what goes wrong?

Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad

Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into

Sometimes I feel very sad

Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

Every time I get the inspiration to go change things around,
No one wants to help me look for places where new things might be found,
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out?
What's it all about?

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself

But what goes wrong?

Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into

Sometimes I feel very sad
Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

(I guess I just wasn't made for these times)

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

(I guess I just wasn't made for these times)

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

(I guess I just wasn't made for these times)
Brian Wilson

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