Seeing is believing
Or so they say But who's to judge What's real anyway? I know it's fake
So get off your high horse You'd rather have this dream
Than your tears and heartaches I'm sorry But I can't help you I'm really sorry But I'm busy chasing fools gold It's always been this way I gotta ride my own wave
Can't intellectualise There's no compromise I'm not like you
And that's something
I can only be me You never quite figured out.
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