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Strange Life

When you think that life is strange Then you're on the right tracks When it seems ordinary and mundane Then you have to shake things up For what is the point of living If it feels like you are dead Where all imagination and creativity has left What's the point in just sleepwalking Unconsciously through life I believe we should make the most of our lives There nothing more important than the present time What's gone is gone and the future cannot be defined Open up your eyes to strangeness and you'll no longer live life blind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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