The rock on which I stand is slowly sinking in the sand
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The sheer realities of life are rushing by
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I am looking out at life and I don't know what's wrong or right
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And I can't even see the bright side of the moon
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I stopped a man in the street today
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And I asked him "Sir, is it night or day?"
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He just stared (smiled) in disbelief
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I asked again but he walked away
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He said "Don't you know?"
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I said "Can't you say? Is there something inbetween?
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Is it something I've not seen?
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Did it change so fast or was it just a dream?"
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Time and time again I've tried to recreate the past few days
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Evaluate the constants from the haze
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But every time I think I'm right, they say I'm wrong
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"This day is night and night is day -
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It's there in black and white"
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Night is light and dark is day
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If I disagree they say I'm insane
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And the treatment will begin
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If I say that the day is light
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They just point my eyes to the blinding night, saying
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"We can't set you free if you always disagree,
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So the State is going to pay your doctor's fee"
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They put me out in the pouring rain
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To enjoy the sun or to feel the pain
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Of the nightmare life's become
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I asked a man in the street today
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Or was it yesterday or the day before?
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"Is there something I've not seen?
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Is there something inbetween?
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Did it change so fast or was it just a dream?"
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The rock on which I stand is now beneath the ever-flowing sand
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The sheer realities are here to stay
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I'm looking out at life and now I know what's wrong and right
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It's what you hear and what you read and what they say
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I saw a man in the street today
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Ask another man "Is it night or day?"
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He just stared (smiled) in disbelief
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He said "Friend, it's your lucky day
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I'm a party man, won't you step this way?"
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I've got something you've not seen
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Now I know it's not a dream
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It just came so fast, that something inbetween
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May Day
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| Barclay James Harvest |
