(Oh What) a Life, Pt. 2

I never asked to be myself or anyone, or I guess, maybe I did I just don't know it yet
My consciousness just started spilling out. It started spilling out on to my mother's lap
And here I stand: an impressionist's idea of a sketch - I am a man - at least
At one point in time I presume I resembled one
Before everyone in the world joined the Choir of Unsatisfied Consumers of Reality with Me, and a couple of guys I know
And it's funny, I just saw them and I said
"Buddy, I am still speaking in tongues with you!"



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Writer(s): Mat Caron
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