Always had this dream
Now I have the action
Spent my time hearing that, this is wrong
Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms
And life from eye to eye to head to head
You'll never understand what this means to me
Not for approval, not yours anyhow
Arrange by the numbers, arrange by your casualty
Defined by your submission to a common sense
That never had anything
As friends are made and lost
I always look back smiling
Never moved by struggle fate or cost
I'd rather stay a loser
And laugh at common sense
Then rely on safety nets and reminisce
Never understand what this means to me
Not for approval, not yours anyhow
Arrange by the numbers arrange by your casualty
Defined by your submission to a common sense
That never had anything to do with me
Anything to do with me
I still struggle for mediocrity

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