I’m gonna pick up the pieces,
And build a Lego house
When things go wrong we can knock it down
Would my life be simpler if it were made of Lego pieces?
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I saw you in my dream last night. It wasn’t a pretty sight, literally. I appreciate the humour of the scenario, though, even when I wished that you weren’t there.
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Like sunlight, sunset, we appear, we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just passing through.
Just passing through, never staying put. Should I set out now, while I still have my heart?