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On A Clear Day
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Oliver Hart
Oliver Hart
Performer
EyeDea
EyeDea
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Hart
Oliver Hart
Composer
Micheal Larsen
Micheal Larsen
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Clear) I can see for miles (Clear) I can be myself (Clear) I can sit in my 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 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'm 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 (Clear) I can see for miles (Clear) I can be myself (Clear) I can sit in my 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...
Writer(s): Alan Jay Lerner, Burton Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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