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Clueless

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Not a day goes by
I don't wish
That the dreams
that I dream
should come true

 But sometimes
I get scared
Because I don't know
If the truth
Is something I can go through

 And I don't know
If what I've felt before
Was love
Or a knot in my side
Or a knife in my back

 And I stop to think
Is there a difference?
I took the long way home today
To think
But I'm getting off track

 I guess if you think about it
It's a pretty funny thing
To be alone
In a whole world of people
All lost in space

 And I guess if you think about it
It's a pretty scary thing
To live on a rock
Falling forever
Where we try to find our place

 I wish that there was something
Where if I watched it
Or read it, or heard it
It would tell me why
And things would make sense

 And I can't understand
how someone could make everything
so clear, yet so complex
I just cannot live
at someones expense

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