Teksty: Phish. Billy Breathes. Waste.

Don't want to be an actor pretending on the stage
Don't want to be a writer with my thoughts out on the page
Don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look
Don't want to be anything where my life's an open book

A dream, it's true but I'd see it through
If I could be wasting my time with you

Don't want to be a farmer working in the sun
Don't want to be an outlaw always on the run
Don't want to be a climber reaching for the top
Don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop

A dream it's true but I'd see it through
If I could be wasting my time with you

So if I'm inside your head
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me

So if I'm inside your head
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me

Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
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