surrogate reality Songtext
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surrogate reality Songtext
Time will tell you
Time will tell you
Time will tell you
Time will tell you
On Monday
Mr. Malty with the white olive oil
And Miss Reality with the brown plant
Disagreed about their choice of words
When Mr. Malty mentioned he wished to
Live his life in love instead of fear
Miss Reality expressed that she considered those words a cliché
Instead she preferred to say open versus closed
It was a rather fearful and closed conversation
Then they realized every broken clock is also right two times a day
Where we are will show you
Where we are will show you
Where we are will show you
Where we are will show you
Then on Tuesday
Mr. Malty with the white olive oil
And Miss Reality with the brown plant
Agreed about their choice of words
When Mr. Malty mentioned he wished to
Live his life in love instead of fear
Miss Reality said "Oh! I would have said open versus closed
But love instead of fear is pretty pretty too"
It was a rather loving and open conversation
Then they kept repeating themselves
Like a broken broken record
They just kept repeating themselves
Like a broken broken record
Time will tell you
Time will tell you
Time will tell you
On Monday
Mr. Malty with the white olive oil
And Miss Reality with the brown plant
Disagreed about their choice of words
When Mr. Malty mentioned he wished to
Live his life in love instead of fear
Miss Reality expressed that she considered those words a cliché
Instead she preferred to say open versus closed
It was a rather fearful and closed conversation
Then they realized every broken clock is also right two times a day
Where we are will show you
Where we are will show you
Where we are will show you
Where we are will show you
Then on Tuesday
Mr. Malty with the white olive oil
And Miss Reality with the brown plant
Agreed about their choice of words
When Mr. Malty mentioned he wished to
Live his life in love instead of fear
Miss Reality said "Oh! I would have said open versus closed
But love instead of fear is pretty pretty too"
It was a rather loving and open conversation
Then they kept repeating themselves
Like a broken broken record
They just kept repeating themselves
Like a broken broken record
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