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The Domestic Bliss ( Taken For Granted )

In a change of space, a change of place. A dream I'd always wanted. But old feelings linger in the midst of a perennial fate. The deadlines are coming much too soon. And nobody has what they wanted.

The week's get shorter and everything dries up. The domestic bliss or something more than this. Every now and then, there's something lurking over there. Everything else just dreams with a magical return. Still looking over pictures and dreaming of another tomorrow.

You can only see how we are and dreaming into the stage of open hands. Old songs and radio know where we are headed. Nothing is taken for granted. I'm just holding out on the stage of another tomorrow. Nobody has this thing taken for granted. It's just something that bears repeating. No matter how old it gets.

You can sit there and tell me how it's done as if everything around you is so easy. Expanding waistlines and communicative arts. You're not backwards in going forwards. Into the sea or into the air, find us a place where we really care. Feeling that life is spent out of past regrets and now I'm saving everything for her.

Everything is happy but there's so much else in life that's bringing me down.

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