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Still waging in the wonder Of how I ended here From my tender beginnings To a path that's never clear With a dog named Bruno And a cat called Mars Chasing after each others tails In and out between foreign cars A shadow at my feet That follows me around Sneaking up on me Silence its favorite sound And show tunes from the 50's Playing over in my head From My Fair Lady, The King And I To the Music Man With a sticker on my window That shows baby on board And me being single I have to wonder what it's for I always arrive for Fridays On late Saturday night All by myself On a two seater bike I've got a spitting image Of who I used to be Now that I look at myself I hardly recognize me I go around in circles From the left to right Always walking backwards Trying to slow down time In this desert life of mine I'm my own mirage Where what I hope to find I also try to dodge Most of my days are spent Trying to make sense And if you care to count the change Could you tell me what the cents is
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Senseless
Still waging in the wonder Of how I ended here From my tender beginnings To a path that's never clear With a dog named Bruno And a cat called Mars Chasing after each others tails In and out between foreign cars A shadow at my feet That follows me around Sneaking up on me Silence its favorite sound And show tunes from the 50's Playing over in my head From My Fair Lady, The King And I To the Music Man With a sticker on my window That shows baby on board And me being single I have to wonder what it's for I always arrive for Fridays On late Saturday night All by myself On a two seater bike I've got a spitting image Of who I used to be Now that I look at myself I hardly recognize me I go around in circles From the left to right Always walking backwards Trying to slow down time In this desert life of mine I'm my own mirage Where what I hope to find I also try to dodge Most of my days are spent Trying to make sense And if you care to count the change Could you tell me what the cents is
mike-hauser
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
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