You, Me & This Good, Old Reality

Tear it up 'cause I hate my life
Rip it apart, I can't pay the price
I don't want to be estranged no more
Still I'm not my body and I'm not my soul

I had work to do
I had my time
Fourteen chicken and a damn good wife
There I was on a nice, clean roll
But I was not my body and I was not my soul

Then one day I heard a voice that spoke
Something between the lines of 'woke'
I searched high and I searched low
Until I found the path to my body and soul

I felt the tribulations they were letting go
I felt a new sensation becoming whole
All this trouble and this easy fix
Might be too good to be true
But I can live on tricks

You, me and this good, old reality
You, me, inside out
You, me and this good, old reality
You, me, outside in



Credits
Writer(s): Ole Varhaug
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