On a Clear Day

Oliver Hart

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    (Clear) I can see for miles
    (Clear) I can be myself
    (Clear) I can sit in place
    (Clear) I'm not part of this race
    (Clear) I'm not in this alone
    (Clear) I got freedom to roam
    (Clear) I can sit in my place
    (Clear) I withdraw from the race

    Excuse me, but there's so much here for you to touch
    And there's I can do to make you give a fuck
    Sometimes everything ain't enough
    When the eyes are tired from wearing the tyrant's handcuffs
    If I was content I wouldn't need to stand up
    Why am I living if I can't love
    I want to scream at the top of my bleeding lungs
    Never meant to break your trust
    Just wanted to wake you up
    Once before I left in this personal surface to clarity
    Either they're scared of me or laughing hysterically
    I'm just a parody of something that apparently
    Was never properly prepared to bleed
    Oh how do I wish that I'd never learned to cry
    When your only reply is waving your hands from side-to-side
    I am lost cause I'm my own tour guide
    And if I ever talk to myself I'll probably tell lies
    So for now I sit in this disfigured toadstool
    Showing the face of a child that only smiles cause he's told to
    Sometimes they look to me for the answers and I don't know what to do
    I'm usually just as confused as you

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    (Clear) I can see for miles
    (Clear) I can be myself
    (Clear) I can sit in place
    (Clear) I'm not part of this race
    (Clear) I'm not in this alone
    (Clear) I got freedom to roam
    (Clear) I can sit in my place
    (Clear) I withdraw from the race

    The chord sprung a leak
    The mind was filled with cork crumbs
    Caressed my baby's cheek it died of boredom
    It's not a clear day until the war is done
    And I'm no longer haunted by the bullet hole
    I put in the head of a porcelain clown found porch bum
    Reciting my spells biting the nail off my sore thumb
    Leaving for good I knew that when the door swung
    I don't believe that I could stay even if I wanted to
    My brain ain't gray sky or water proof
    So by tomorrow I'll be a robot again
    The thought of the clouds coming in makes me cringe
    But I've been in the storm, submerged in the distortion
    For most of my days spent following this course in
    I'm learning to love the moment that's rolling
    Instead of openly viewing time as my opponent
    So I'm always
    Wait, wait, wait, wait!
    Here let me cut this shit man
    It's a nice day
    Fuck sitting here and writing
    I'm going for a walk

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