Strange

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Strange because I believe it is my future

Staring back at me

With eyes so light

I never dreamed it could be

Anything else than what they could see

Oh, they are colors

That collide and scope

My heart belongs into

Magnificent ever-changing patterns do

Im wide awake at the wheel

It's oh so crazy because I can see

It could be my presence

So pleasantly deprived

Ive never seen the explained prophecies

Or anything else it should be

Oh they are troubled

And disguised behind wise eyes and wise crackin smiles

Hypnotized behind a panel

On a thirty hour drive

Im not at all what I seem

But my intentions are practical inventions

Forgot to mention Im insane by definition

Were taking pictures on the paper

No escape, the morning after I outride the wave

But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed

Said, all in all, it's unlikely

But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed

All in all, I said, it's unlikely

But all in all, it's unlikely we'll succeed

All in all, I said, it's unlikely

But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed

Ive developed a lovely distaste for your heart on my sleeve

(Scatting)

We keep it simple

Keep it clean

Keep repeating the words as often as you need

Oh, think, think

Blinks like a turning signal me to

Turn, turn away oh

From anything good, people say

Oh now, I will be selective, calm, cool and collective

And listening to the voice and it's perspective

Hoping that the choices, appropriately respected

Are protecting me, are protecting me

Hey, hey, protecting me, protecting me

And I would like a little sugar in my coffee

I would like a little dream

And I'd prefer another smoke before the morning

Or anything else in between

But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed

Said, all in all, it's unlikely

All in all, it's unlikely well succeed

All in all, I said, it's unlikely

But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed

All in all, I said, it's unlikely

But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed

Ive developed a lovely distaste for your wide open spaces

I sense a delay

Oh, brushing my mind and scrubbing behind all the places I feel there's decay

Of information oh yeah

Away, I say run, boy

(scatting)

It's so wicked and it's wild

Your past, your former style

Oh they can make believe in

Knowing why you're leaving home

You're just wanting to be on your own

I said, you're wanting to be on your own

Wanted to be on your own