[Verse 1]
Everyone's standing in line
Under the smell of it, it's making me sick
And physical size makes you right
And the walls are like paper and ice
[Chorus]
Speak to me, revolution boy
Come out to me, daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings
[Verse 2]
Now tell me the lessons we've botched
And lead me to the oxygen tent
And who will be the speaker of the day?
And can I exchange my surprise?
[Chorus]
Speak to me, revolution boy
Come out to me, daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings
Everyone's standing in line
Under the smell of it, it's making me sick
And physical size makes you right
And the walls are like paper and ice
[Chorus]
Speak to me, revolution boy
Come out to me, daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings
[Verse 2]
Now tell me the lessons we've botched
And lead me to the oxygen tent
And who will be the speaker of the day?
And can I exchange my surprise?
[Chorus]
Speak to me, revolution boy
Come out to me, daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings
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