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II'm stuck in a reality,A reality of dreamsBut the dreams turn to nightmaresAnd this is where I roamI turn up in the cornerAnd capture all the funPut it in a bottleAnd leave you in the darkI will never leave youI am in your headI am your imaginationAnd now bring on the clowns
Gambing CircleBus Doors openA fresh new lifeA brand new handNew shirt, New NameFresh startNew home, same gameOff the bus through the doorsInto the casinoOff to the poker warsStart off smallDon't want to jump inAfter a minute, bet it allWin more, loose the lotBack for more moneyThen onto the slotsRun into debtOne last chanceOn the rouletteNot good, all goneAnd now they want meBring it oneOut on the streetHop on the busTheir expressions a treatBus Doors openA fresh new lifeA brand new handNew shirt, New NameFresh startNew home, same gameOff the bus through the doorsInto the casinoOff to the poker wars
Ode to sheepYes, I'm wearing dad's old t-shirt,Which, I can see, is covered in dirtAnd has a smear of paintThat I can't get out but I ain'tIn the slightest bit bothered.This because I am at homeWhere I am be aloneNot seen by the outsideBut yet, you with your so called prideOver your appearance, means that youStand in front of me with a look that is all toNormal, your best Jeans and checkedShirt, with your hair perfectAnd yet you stay indoors.But you did in to me with your clawsBecause I'm wear clothes to paint inAnd That I don't want to ruin.Don't even start on me about musicJust because I listen to music that you consider JurassicDoes not mean you can moan at me.I like it, it makes me happyJust because you go along with your friendsWhich I can see endsWith you wanting to skip the first Friday of collegeTo see a band which I cannot acknowledgeAs being in the slightest bit musicalAnd you are allHyped up about it, yet a week later youAre into a different band and cannot c