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See my dreams
They’re sent from me
I’ve laid them out to bask in the sun
The waves from the ocean
Are calling me over
But I haven’t noted where I’m going yet
The thoughts that I’ve thought
Are the thoughts I’ve forgot
So next time will you please write them down
I sit in the fields
Where the animals chill
And I lay my bare arms out for the taking
If life is a comedy, and death is a mystery
Then my label, has no title yet, no title yet.
The glass from the window is
All I can see through
Will someone please unlock this aging cell
The keys dangle loosely
From the only place that I can see
If you reach for them I’ll point you to the door
Its over there, its over there
For you, its just over there
If life is a comedy, and death is a mystery
Then my label, has no title yet, no title yet.
The wings to escape me
Are the wings that will break me
But the sky is too far to reach alone
The puppeteers playing
Their puppets aren’t aging
Are there really no rules for us to play by
If you try to see clearly
You’ll sink faster surely
I’ve figured out this road has many exits
I’m singing my poetry
I’m typing my melodies
‘Cause the sun is now dancing with the night
If life is a comedy, and death is a mystery
Then my label, has no title yet, no title yet.
The pressure to be free
Is wearing down on me
‘Cause I’ve never understood that word
Life by the highway is
Hard to go my way
My lights are bright but my turn signal’s broken
If life is a comedy, and death is a mystery
Then my label, has no title yet, no title yet
Then my label, my label, my label
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