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I like to keep, my thoughts clear and concise,

But they're all running around in my head,

Clogging up my mind.

Like if there is a god, why do we live in such pain,

And if these privileged punks have much merit,

In what they have to say.

Teddy's Ice-cream, is a little rich for me,

We'll walk along the pier and cast these old ideas out to sea.

Laura still occupies all of my dreams,

Where we fall in love and for once I am, as happy as I should be.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.

I'm sorry if this, is all over the place,

These past few years has taken its toll,

And I'm running out of space.

So piece by piece I'll try to better,

I'll try to stay ahead of the weather.

Maybe we can meet when this is done,

Find solace in the fact that we did it together.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.

The truth is that I, don't have a clue.