From the recording Antiques - Digital Download

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Lyrics

Memories are nagging me again
Cleaning out my brain like turpentine
Epic tales of heroes hunting whales
And mortal souls made out to be divine

But I don't really believe it to be so
No I don't really believe it to be so
No I don't really believe it to be so, anymore

Omnipresent streams of other peoples' dreams
Fill my screens while I try to sleep at night
Promises you're better off as someone else
Promises that everything's all right

But I don't really believe it to be so
No I don't really believe it to be so
No I don't really believe it to be so, anymore

You're only worth the clothes draped on your back
You're only worth the dollar that you're working for
You're only worth the sunshine that you breathe
And not a moment more

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