Girl, where I go / I always run another way from the flow / And girl, where I am / I always feel so far away from the plan
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Dreams come to dreamers at night– / tell of the sights you have seen, / silvery light of a dream, / saw you last night and you seemed
Life, your daysAre never gonna let you staySunken into the same placeIt’s not how you want to be.A day will comeWhen all you want to do is runPress on your heart with your thumbsLeaving nothing in its placeLook on the page Where everybody wrote their namesAll of the lines are the sameIs that what you want to be?There’s the spaceWhere they’ve blackened out all the namesCut out the words that you saidLeaving nothing in its placeWhat are you thinking?You’re not out of time.I keep forgettingHow do you feel?Life, your daysAre never gonna let you staySunken into the same placeIt’s not how you want to be.A day will comeWhen all you want to do is runPress on your heart with your thumbsLeaving nothing in its placeWhat are you thinking?You’re not out of time.I keep forgettingHow do you feel?
She’s a little girl who plays tambourineShe’s talking to the kids in the music scene–She’s telling lies, she’s telling lies,She’s telling lie lie lies, that’s my alibi.She’s a little girl who works at Dairy QueenShe’s talking to the kids when they get ice cream–She’s telling lies, she’s telling lies,She’s telling lie lie lies, that’s my alibi.She’s the one who left me in disgrace oh no.She can’t even look me in the face oh no no no no no no.She’s a little girl who pushed me aroundNow she’s telling everyone that I let her down–She’s telling lies, she’s telling lies,She’s telling lie lie lies, that’s my alibi.She’s the one who made me wanna die oh no.She can’t even look me in the eye oh no no no no no no.She’s a little girl, a mean little girl…
forty years and still seems everything’s okay / just ask a question that will make it go away / you still can’t change it with the waving of your hand / it comes to mean that everything is surely planned
City sounds are humming around / I’m sitting on my doorstep / Watching the world go round / When the crowd is dragging you down
I’ve seen you before, how many more? / What’s the number? Tell me the score. / I’ll see you again, I don’t know when. / What’s it matter? You know we’ll be friends.
My oh my, oh when I dream, I remember. / When I die I know I may never come back. / If I cry I know I should think of / December:
Evening, the sky is glowing / underneath us the grass is slowing down / on its way up to the sun. / Lying around devoting
Forty times you may question your life / Four to five with a hunting knife / Before you find out if you survive / Questioning marks have turned into stars