On a Clear Day

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On a clear day On a clear day On a clear day On a clear day [Hook] (On a clear day) I can see for miles (On a clear day) I can be myself (On a clear day) I get set in my place (On a clear day) I'm not part of this race (On a clear day) I'm not in this alone (On a clear day) I got freedom to roam (On a clear day) I can sit in my place (On a clear day) I withdraw from the race [Verse 1] Excuse me, but there's so much here for you to touch And there's nothing I can do to make you give a fuck Sometimes everything ain't enough When the eyes retire from wearing desire's handcuffs If I was content sitting I wouldn't need to stand up Why am I living if I can't love? Wanna 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 search for 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'm lost cause I'm my own tour guide And if I ever talked to myself I'd 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, but [Hook] (On a clear day) I can see for miles (On a clear day) I can be myself (On a clear day) I get set in my place (On a clear day) I'm not part of this race (On a clear day) I'm not in this alone (On a clear day) I got freedom to roam (On a clear day) I can sit in my place (On a clear day) I withdraw from the race [Verse 2] The chord sprung a leak, the mind was filled with cork crumbs Charisma bit its cheek and died of boredom It's not a clear day til 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 just makes me cringe But I've been in the storm, submerged in the distortion For most of my days spent following this course, and 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, wait! Here let me cut this shit, man It's a nice day Fuck sitting here and writing I'm going for a walk... (OK) (He's gon bust us)