Mischief manages mistakes often oblivious ones, yeah.
Well it sucks to be that guy.
Now horrible yeah, maybe so, what I don't think it's much at all.
And let it be said, your values are all in your head.
Yeah, let that be said.
Ponder wonders, things you wanted, homes you'll never see or dawned to want,
oh, maybe, yes, oh maybe,
someday you'll be the same,
as all of those who crave,
a life so much the same routine,
the same old thing.
Yeah.
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Wallowed in hopeless plains,
fields of darkness an awful gray,
tones that would truly make that heart break.
In seconds, but give it hours and just wait.
You'll see.
It's me.
It's you.
It's them.
It's the people we love and are friends.
The lifeless and all who pretend.
We all get along in the end.
But whose to say, but whose to say?
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