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I want to be where the talk of the town
Is about last night when the sun went down And the trees all dance And the warm wind blows in that same old sound And the water below gives a gift to the sky And the clouds give back every time they cry And make the grass grow green beneath my toes And if the sun comes out I'll paint a picture all about The colors I've been dreaming of The hours just don't seem enough To put it all together Maybe it's as strange as it seems And the trouble I find is that the trouble finds me It's a part of my mind it begins with a dream And a feeling I get when I look and I see That this world is a puzzle, I'll find all of the pieces And put it all together, and then I'll rearrange it I'll follow it forever Always be as strange as it seems Nobody ever told me not to try And the water below gives a gift to the sky And the clouds give back every time they cry And make the grass grow green beneath my toes And if the sun comes out I'm going to paint a picture all about The colors I've been dreaming of The hours just don't seem enough To put it all together Always be as strange as it seems |
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and by the way
you now that hope will make you strange make you blink make you blank make you sink it will make you afraid of change and often blame the box with the view of the world and the ones that fill the frame i turn it up then i turn it off because i can't stand when they start to talk about the hurting and killing whose shoes are we filling the damage and ruin man the things that we're doing we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off we gotta rewind and start it up again because we fell across the fall line ain't there nothing sacred any more somebody saw him jump but nobody saw him slip i guess he lost a lot of hope and then he lost his grip now he's lying in the freeway in the middle of this mess guess we lost another one optimistic hypocrite that didn't habe the nerve to quit the things that kept him wanting more until he finally reached the core he fell across the fall line ain't there nothing sacred any more |
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