You're deep just like a chasm

You've no, enthusiasm

You're tired and uninsipired.

You're blase.



Your day is one of leisure

In which you search for pleasure.

You're bored when you're adored.

You're blase.



While reaching for the moon,

And the stars up in the sky,

The simple things of normal life

Are slowly passing by.



You sleep, the sun is shining;

You wake, its time for dining.

There's nothing new for you to do

You're blase.



Instrumental interlude



While reaching for the moon,

And the stars up in the sky,

The simple things of normal life

Are slowly passing by.



You sleep, the sun is shining;

You wake, its time for dining.

There's nothing new for you to do

You're blase.

Blase.


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