What's more absurd than a flightless bird?
All these heads in the clouds, I'm still on land, my head buried in the sand
I pull myself up and see you
Nobody seems to need me around
They're busy changing the world, I can't help but stare, never leaving my chair
So tell me if you're a mirage, honeysuckle
In a bizarre collage of joy and trouble
Amid thunderous applause
Lullabye serenade me with all of my flaws

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