| 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 |