With all of these things I've seen
Felt reality too close
And all places I have been
Have all shown me just how wrong
With all of these things I've seen
I just can't look at you now
While you sleep and while you dream
People die, that's what I found
While you dream and fly so high
I see truth, and something more
Will reality be fine
when it knocks upon your door?
With all of these things I've seen
And these things I'm looking for
Men unpunished for sins
An' you're not growin' up at all.
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