It's your own sound
It's your own voice
Your favourite weekend yellow flavour
Deaf and blind for someone else's choice
You've got your own perspective
A single one-track mind addictive
This ain't your crowd
This ain't your home
Leave this room
When you get hit,
by that ten-ton hammer of time
Getting sick, by your self-centred mind
Never mind, I left you behind
You've got your own perspective
A single one-track mind addictive
This ain't your crowd
This ain't your home
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