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I get confused, waking up in someones living room
stare at the roof, don't want to move
I close my eyes, summarize the plot of the night
did I bark or leave my mark with my bite?
The sun streams through the windowsill
while I'm lying on the floor like a dead windmill
let the morning light kiss my tired face
before I find a way out of this place
who what where when why & how
now I'm wiping sweat from my furrowed brow
my nerves aren't what they used to be
but then again there's not much left of me
& I don't really know where I am
could be Hamilton or Amsterdam
man in the mirror asks who I am,
but I don't really know who I am. No!
every night there are lines that I recite,
begging to be relived with all their might
and so i try, to bring them back to life
all those memories in melodies immortalized.
now my friends are asking me all the time
if I'm a caricature of my former life;
"you sing so much of traveling,
but where in the world have you really been?
And what on earth have you really done,
have you opened your heart to anyone?"
the answers I don't understand
but I'm feeling like Alice in wonderland (because)
I don't really know where I be;
Santa Barbara or the Philippines.
Man in the mirror asks who I am,
but I don't really know who I am.
I seem to be questioning my identity.
But in the confusion, I'm feeling serene.
& I don't really know where I'm from,
could be Dresden or Edmonton.
Man in the mirror asks who I am,
but I don't really know who I am!
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Lakes of Mars
03:07
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If I could alter space & time,
I'd explore galaxies with you by my side,
and we'd watch the sun set over the lakes of Mars.
(Is there lakes on mars?)
I'd bring Trotsky, Trudeau, and even Trebek,
and you would act as the honored poet laureate
to romanticize every gesture suggested.
But they'd all run out of things to say
'cause they don't have much in common anyways.
Well I don't know what I'm talking about
but I could talk to you all night.
And I could stare into your eyes
until they're out of sight.
I had a dream the other night
where I lived a life, and then I died
and when I got to heaven God wanted to have a 'chat'.
He said that everyone is only a figment
of my own thoughts, and my existence
and how I treated them was how I treated myself.
It didn't make much sense at the time,
but in a way, you know, my dream was right.
Well, I don't know what I'm talking about
but I could talk to you all night.
And I could stretch every inch of truth
until it wraps around a lie.
And I don't know what I'm going on about,
but I could go with you all night.
And I could stare into your eyes,
until they're out of sight.
Until they're out of sight.
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