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The times are strange but sweet, they ought to be Coffee shops, Atomic submarines Lonely people sit and talk to me It’s just another day Waiting with my phone, it never rings TV’s plastic personality Emulate the Star’s that I have seen And dance my reggae sway And dance my reggae sway Politics are really meaningless Morals give you thoughts you can confess Talk is cheap, but fun at very best Leaves me in disarray These are the systems of dysfunction Likely to bring about destruction And like you we seek compassion But sometimes it doesn’t happen A busy day those shoppers have their needs They behave sometimes their nice to me To reach out and touch is blasphemy I won’t remember their names A joke or smile it means a lot to me Shattered people hide their agony Is love real it’s better to believe And dance my reggae sway And dance my reggae sway The times are strange but sweet they ought to be A lonely soul once tried to talk to me I was tired feeling empty Lord And now they’ve gone away And now they’ve gone away
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
The Times Are Strange But Sweet
The times are strange but sweet, they ought to be Coffee shops, Atomic submarines Lonely people sit and talk to me It’s just another day Waiting with my phone, it never rings TV’s plastic personality Emulate the Star’s that I have seen And dance my reggae sway And dance my reggae sway Politics are really meaningless Morals give you thoughts you can confess Talk is cheap, but fun at very best Leaves me in disarray These are the systems of dysfunction Likely to bring about destruction And like you we seek compassion But sometimes it doesn’t happen A busy day those shoppers have their needs They behave sometimes their nice to me To reach out and touch is blasphemy I won’t remember their names A joke or smile it means a lot to me Shattered people hide their agony Is love real it’s better to believe And dance my reggae sway And dance my reggae sway The times are strange but sweet they ought to be A lonely soul once tried to talk to me I was tired feeling empty Lord And now they’ve gone away And now they’ve gone away
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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