Who are you and who am i Except a couple of people Wasting lots of time Worrying about the future Forever asking why Some people go on living While others die before their time Yet there's never been a reason Whatever is is right If only just because Its much too big a fight Like the painter who is way ahead Or worse still far behind You only punch yourself out When you start swinging blind
These are the things too often gone unsaid These are the things that keep You better off than dead These are the things that keep running through your head Woo oooo These are the things too often gone unsaid
Who are you and who am i Except a couple of people With nothing else to do But follow vain obsessions Making gestures towards the truth While trying to ignore it When it's convenient to The symbols we believe in Sometimes turn inside out Reshaping each dimension Were so sure about Dreams get so frustrated Fantasies turn pranks A simple ounce of common sense Is money in the bank.
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