One Point Perspective

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Dancing in my underpants
I’m gonna run for government
I’m gonna form a covers band and all
And back there by the baby grand
Didn’t Mr. Winter Wonderland
Say come here kid, we really need to talk?
Bear with me man, I lost my train of thought

I fantasize and call it quits
I swim with the economists
And I get to the bottom of it for good
By the time when reality hits
The chimes of freedom fall to bits
The shining city on the fritz
They come out of the cracks
Thirsty for blood

Just as the apocalypse finally gets prioritised
And you cry some of the hardest hottest tears you never cried multiplied by five
I suppose the singer must die

Singsongs around the money tree
This stunning documentary that no one else unfortunately saw
Such beautiful photography, it’s worth it for the opening scene
I’ve been driving ‘round listening to the score
Oh baby, I just imagined it all
I’ve played to quiet rooms like this before
Bear with me man, I lost my train of thought