I Guess
We live our daily lives
We go about our way
We fall into these motions
Reality astray
We paint these pretty pictures
Sing these lovely songs
Oh, we're living in utopia
Where nothings ever wrong
Rose Colored Glasses
Here, hand me a pair
And I'll pass him his
Than we can all live in this thing we call “bliss”
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