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Store Bought Paradise (A. Fields)

 

In the shadows of the night, 

something felt quite not right, 

you caught me by surprise. 


When I first saw you, 

you asked me who I am, 

and am I happy 

or am I just…pretending? 


‘cause words don’t mean a thing, if you’re not listening. 


Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm. 


Think I could bum a light 

while I philosophize? 

See, something’s not quite right 

in our store bought paradise. 


When I first started 

it was just common sense 

that all we needed 

was one of everything 


but a life don’t mean a thing if it’s left wondering. 


Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm. 

Play the man! Pardon me I mean no harm



Nobody listens  any more 

and I can’t talk to the walls. 

No one to hear what I say. 

Can somebody please listen for me? 



When I first started 

it was just common sense 

that all we needed 

was one of everything 

 

 

Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm.  

Play the man! Pardon me I mean no harm


Something is not quite right 

in our store bought paradise. 

Think I can bum a light? 


Not the life that you wanted 

but the one that you earned. 

Everything A to Z is 

a Pleasure to Burn.

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