They tell me I’m living the life of Riley
a float flowing freely with the tide and breeze
They envy my empty whilst I think why me
I’d advise not to buy if this life were free
flow without effort while the rest live up high
what good’s a boat when life’s lived in the sky
this isn’t well suited I’m rooted can't fly
nothing to give or lose just live then die
Living uncared
never go anywhere
if I’m better faired
your view must have a glare
Getting lost in deluded dreams
not included in social scenes
the grass around me shines pure green
because I’m all this grass has seen
I’m not living the life of Riley
It’s an illusion you can’t see
This is the life of why me
I’m what you don’t want to be
Such powerful images fill our dreams
weird fantastical events take place
rarely do you lose when you dream
things seem to take on life of their own
One time you will be the hero of battles
greeted as a conquer and royally feted
then you may become a bit of a rogue
playing tricks on friends that embarrass
Or a child playing having fun outside
next you could be a millionaire
living the life of Riley in a mansion
so let your imagination take flight
Soar up high riding on life's crest
don't try to figure it out just flow
let the dream's currents take you
on a wonderful magical mystery tour
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