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The New York Times Lyrics - Slow Motion Daydream - Everclear

It makes no sense to me, yeah 

I was living in a different world when I heard the news 

I keep on having the same bad dream 

And it makes me want to hurt all the people 

Who have done this thing to you 

 

When I see your face, I can see you smile 

Read all about you in the New York Times 

When I see your eyes, I can see your light 

When I think about what happened 

It just makes me crazy 

 

This makes no sense to me, yeah 

This eye for an eye thing it has gone too far 

I don't know anyone who does not hurt inside 

I would like to believe we could learn from this 

And maybe some day we can make things right 

 

I want to believe in this world 

I want to believe in this life 

I want to believe in a world 

That does not seem real 

When you read between the lines 

 

When I see your face, I can see you smile 

Read all about you in my New York Times 

When I see your eyes, I can see your light 

When I read the words about you 

It just makes me crazy 

 

I want to believe in this world 

I want to believe in this life 

I want to believe in a world 

That does not seem real 

When you read between the lines 

 

Oh, gotta read between the lines 

Whoa, you gotta read between the lines 

Oh yeah, I really want to believe I can make things right 

I want to believe I can learn how to feel alright inside 

I want to believe I can learn how to make things right 

 

Oh, I want to believe in this world 

I want to believe in this life 

I want to believe in a world 

That does not seem real 

When I read the New York Times 

 

I see your face, I see your smile 

Read all about you in the New York Times 

I can see your eyes, I can see your light 

When I think about what happened 

It just makes me crazy 

 

When I close my eyes 

You seem so alive 

When I think about you 

I want to believe 

We can make things right 

 

I want to believe 

I want to believe 

I want to believe 

I want to believe 

 

Oh, I want to believe in this world 

I want to believe in this life 

I want to believe in a world 

That does not seem real 

When I read the New York Times 

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