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Guitar, Candles and Fantasies
When guitar, candles and fantasies
Are all you do and dream
Books, cds, angry chords
Ice cream, chocolate, sad movies
They aren't what they used to be
Beneath the lines there's more confusion
Behind the sweetness lies a fine line of pain
Morose turns to mad changed to numb
When flowers, swingsets, clouds
Are all you see
Playing games and being the best you can be has disappeared
It's overrated when people think the A's and the MVP's take it all
Successors gain only credibility
While you sit there doused and cursed with the fair mind you posess
Pretending you long to be them
But can't pretend any longer
When guitar, candles and fantasies
Are all you do and dream
Things aren't what they used to be
But in the end they're what they seem
