He wants to live in
A place of perfection
No flaw, in the action
For him, the place to be
A place called theory
A place called theory
He heard it all before
It gives a perfect score
In this place all is grand
Follows a flawless plan
No point what it’s about
In theory it all works out
I said my friend look up
You get yourself worked up
In things that don’t exist
I have a better gist
Just look at what is real
Just love, the real deal
The strive towards greatness
Yes let it be no less
But what’s the point for man
To make plans inhuman
I won’t shoot for the stars
Since I can’t reach the stars
Let’s go for a great walk
Now we know what we’ve got
I said my friend look up
You get yourself worked up
In things that don’t exist
I have a better gist
Just look at what is real
Just love, the real deal
Do your best
One day at a time
One day at a time
It will all be fine
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