Open on this scene
A familiar dream
Of you telling me what I already know.
And I hit another low
The picture I paint to look at myself
Is turning into somebody else.
I know how this will end
But I'm starting up again.
Turned around, inside out,
'Cause this way
Leads me nowhere
nowhere
nowhere,
I can't see a way out.
Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams are not made like me.
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