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Lyrics
I reckon I’ll muddle through
Whenever I should be shuttling through
Heaven or hellion?
Well hello, neighbor
When I step into the scheme of things
And wake up from the dream
Where I broke down in my failure
Muddle about
Huddle with the devout
Resist the devil
I reckon I’ll fake it until I make it
But will I ever make it?
Eventual reckoning
Ghost in the recognizing
Unwell uncertainty in your welcoming
True or false
Test or testament?
Dawning honesty is the cost
Fly in the ointment, flea in the honey
Muddle about
Paddle through a puddle
Chuckle, snicker when enjoying
Ma’s pudding, in humble hovel
I’m, I am
In dreamtime
Wishing, hoping
I could maybe be
Somewhere, anywhere else
Someone, anything else
Now lock it in
Then look it up
Yellow pages, white pages
Business attitude, residential streets
Painted, made up
Make believe
Muddle through
I’m not even sure why I try
In deep dark fantasy
I’m a sly spy
Cute huh
I painted out the face of the Virgin Mary
And drew in the face of Marilyn Monroe
I guess this is me muddling through
Wishing for chrysalism, cocoon status
Some refuge from the storm, evidence and clue
Is it a dream? Moment of awareness?
Awaking eyes upon an anxious atlas
Muddle through
Muddle through it
For some type of clarity
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2026
Duration2:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
1970s adult contemporary / soft pop ballad / easy-listening romantic ballad
Credits
Prompt byAlex_Lo13
ModelAria v5.5
