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I was talking in my sleep, she said
Taking pictures making faces
Gone lost and incomplete
Walking quiet down the street, wasted
Searching far and finding nothing
But graves of living meat
So where is the joy in living
When the hours pass me by
What a shame to blame or feel such pain
through laughing eyes (what a shame)
There ain't no one to blame but yourself
You see you inhale the air into the tube
You breath in deeply and
then stare into the hues of blue
Prepare yourself for what you want
Readiness to make it happen
Find your dream seize it, grasp it
We've let illusion cause confusion
that which we once knew is no longer true
Is it good or bad to let go of what you never had
Or what's no longer you
Mysterious, All delerious, Incomprehensible
My life is not what I once thought
A dim reflection of another life that I'm glad I lost
Beat down by others Larry has fought
for what we thought we wanted
But we had it anyway
We've let illusion cause confusion
that which we once knew is no longer true
Is it good or bad to let go of what you never had
Or what's no longer you
Is it good or bad yeah
Mysterious, All delerious, Incomprehensible
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Mysterious, All delerious, Incomprehensible
Is it good or bad yeah
Or what's no longer you
Is it good or bad to let go of what you never had
that which we once knew is no longer true
We've let illusion cause confusion
But we had it anyway
for what we thought we wanted
Beat down by others Larry has fought
A dim reflection of another life that I'm glad I lost
My life is not what I once thought
Mysterious, All delerious, Incomprehensible
Or what's no longer you
Is it good or bad to let go of what you never had
that which we once knew is no longer true
We've let illusion cause confusion
Find your dream seize it, grasp it
Readiness to make it happen
Prepare yourself for what you want
then stare into the hues of blue
You breath in deeply and
You see you inhale the air into the tube
There ain't no one to blame but yourself
through laughing eyes (what a shame)
What a shame to blame or feel such pain
When the hours pass me by
So where is the joy in living
But graves of living meat
Searching far and finding nothing
Walking quiet down the street, wasted
Gone lost and incomplete
Taking pictures making faces
I was talking in my sleep, she said
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