You were brought up like a boy
But now you think your life's a pill
With its love for yourself
Ticking to its timeless soundtrack
You point the finger
As you carry the flag
I don't pay attention
Do you like the dust we breathe?
Do you recommend yourself
To my gentle senses?
I feel wasted
But now you think your life's a pill
With its love for yourself
Ticking to its timeless soundtrack
You point the finger
As you carry the flag
I don't pay attention
Do you like the dust we breathe?
Do you recommend yourself
To my gentle senses?
I feel wasted
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