With two feet on the ground,
everything around, scarce to find a sound
There's no single place to go,
location where it's shown, 

where revelry unknown is some holy secret told

I've seen the world inside
or at least I’ve tried

But channels to my mind
tell me it's all right 

to watch TV all night,

to find the joy inside
the frightened layman's life

to be easy, to be free,
or what's determining
if I believe what I sing
for a moment
it will bring
something real

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