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Two brothers torn apart
One hurt his head and the other hurt his heart
A story false and also true
Pacific Ocean Blue
He's singing lead and he harmonizes
He forgets the words that he memorizes
He's singing lead---still---out

They're picking up what you're sending off
Your face is hard but the words you sing are soft
Hitchiking girls and a songsmith, too
There's no way you knew
Little bird, do you play the drums?
Can you hit this beat, while our cousin hums?
He's singing lead---still---out

Step by step he's been climbing up
He's in a bed of sand with an empty cup
His hair is long and his board is broken
Every word he wrote was left unspoken

One brother shakes his head
"The things you do are never what you said."
Oklahoma will have to do
And California, too
He plays the bass with a rhythm first
The notes don't matter if the beat is worst
He's singing lead---still---out