People I watch in a busy street They are all walking in some kind of sleep Down by the river a band does play But they cannot hear it, spellbound on their way What if they woke up, what if they try What if they live before they die What if they find out, what if they see there's nothing left for them to be - or feel – Hypnotized scene - people drawn downstream An artist is painting what they seem to mean Whenever he tries the colors turn to haze & there is a hole where there should be a face life can be easy, don't hesitate it tells you to run, and you run puppets on strings they operate Serving the powers they hate till it's too late What if they wake up, what if they try What if they live before they die What if they find out, what if they see There's nothing left for them to be What if they notice they missed their chance Wasting their lives away in trance What if they think of what they have sold Feel kind of hungry, they can't live on gold Why don't they wake up, why don't they try Why can't they live before they die Don't they remember what they can do Seems it ain't true, it just cannot be true. |
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