Absent Minded
I'll die trying
Search the bones of metaphor
Its like the dirt is too expensive
come clean to the oppressor
he's kissing every baby
and winning popularity contests
look into the nooks of the smile
and realize its an empty room
saying come again and relive it
revisit the dust and gloom
All this is a piano
wanting you to press one key
setting the dust off its chord
so the musician can breathe
all this is a violin
wanting you to tighten one string
bring you together with rhyme and reason
and celebrate by dancing
Back away the eyes of hindsight
for the wolf remains to be seen
no goodbye alibi
for the soul that is dry cleaned
show them your mercy
that you curse upon me
live happily ever after
in the turn of
your century
Its like the dirt is too expensive
come clean to the oppressor
he's kissing every baby
and winning popularity contests
look into the nooks of the smile
and realize its an empty room
saying come again and relive it
revisit the dust and gloom
All this is a piano
wanting you to press one key
setting the dust off its chord
so the musician can breathe
all this is a violin
wanting you to tighten one string
bring you together with rhyme and reason
and celebrate by dancing
Back away the eyes of hindsight
for the wolf remains to be seen
no goodbye alibi
for the soul that is dry cleaned
show them your mercy
that you curse upon me
live happily ever after
in the turn of
your century
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I`ll die trying
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