Phoniness
The words we choose to express
Only show our phoniness
Cause what we choose to confess
Is determined by what we repress
Easy Going Day
Laying in the grass so nice and easy
With the air so light and breezy
Doing nothing and having so much fun
I can't even tell the day's half done
Never Enough Never Done
With I've done the day before
I don't believe the world's any better
Than prior to then
Because I have to do it all over again
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