reality isn't easy to define like turning water into wine its a dream of fact based on fiction everything you do has its restrictions everyone has their own definition the record shops got a plastic nutrition cos music is the food of love but reality is waiting for a bus chorus: and there's an (a) sign on the bus-stop wall but its very hard to relate the bus to work to keep in line so who's gonna smash the state? its to easy to get cynical and make the problem clinical but in which direction do you turn? do you preach or do you burn? pamphlets blowing in the breeze a mother on her weeping knees "reality" is on the news at ten but the bus to work is late again chorus so when your reality is getting pissed avoiding a world that shouldn't exist a world within your own sour mind where everything can be redefined "this is wrong" "i don't agree" "i cant accept the reality" so why base your life on simple trust? is reality waiting for a bus?
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