All alone in a crowded place
Everyone on their way
Going nowhere
Lawyers beggars and busy businessmen
All worshipping some kind of coloured
Chinese paper
Can cut my ears off
And pull my eyes out
To fit right in
The more you think and calculate
The more confusion there is
To be left
The futher we go the more we forget
What it was all about
In the rise
It sometimes it annoys to be sane
In this insane world we eat, sleep and reproduce
But maybe I will be just fine
And I will be just fine

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