Life is a Song
This is an amazing song, from the last episode of The O.C. I admit, I cried like a baby. Just listen to the song. It's the first one.
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You say life is a dream, where we can't say what we mean,
maybe just some road side scene that we're driving past,
where there's no telling where we'll be, in a day or in a week
and there's no promises of peace, or of happiness.
Well, is this why you cling, to every little thing,
and pulverize and derange all your senses,
maybe life is a song, but you're scared to sing along
until the very ending.
It's time to let go of everything that we used to know,
ideas of strength and who we've been.
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds,
from the chains and shackles that they're in.
Tell me what good is saying that you're free,
in a dark and storming sea, where
chained to your history you're surely sinking fast.
You say that you know, that the good lord's in control,
and he's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul.
But at the end of the day, when every price has been paid,
if you're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold,
then won't you tell me why, you live like you're afraid to die,
and you'll die like you're afraid to go.
It's time to let go of everything that we used to know,
ideas of strength and who we've been.
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds,
from the chains and shackles that they're in.
From the chains and shackles that they're in.
Well, life is a dream, and we're all walking in our sleep,
you can see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet.
We build our house of cards, and then we wait for it to fall,
and always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all.
maybe just some road side scene that we're driving past,
where there's no telling where we'll be, in a day or in a week
and there's no promises of peace, or of happiness.
Well, is this why you cling, to every little thing,
and pulverize and derange all your senses,
maybe life is a song, but you're scared to sing along
until the very ending.
It's time to let go of everything that we used to know,
ideas of strength and who we've been.
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds,
from the chains and shackles that they're in.
Tell me what good is saying that you're free,
in a dark and storming sea, where
chained to your history you're surely sinking fast.
You say that you know, that the good lord's in control,
and he's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul.
But at the end of the day, when every price has been paid,
if you're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold,
then won't you tell me why, you live like you're afraid to die,
and you'll die like you're afraid to go.
It's time to let go of everything that we used to know,
ideas of strength and who we've been.
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds,
from the chains and shackles that they're in.
From the chains and shackles that they're in.
Well, life is a dream, and we're all walking in our sleep,
you can see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet.
We build our house of cards, and then we wait for it to fall,
and always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all.
