I can give a hundred million reasons To build a barricade I blame it on the changing of the seasons The thoughts that I've conveyed Does it make it all right? It doesn't make it all right To roll it over my soul and leave me here Roll it over my soul and leave me here Look around at all the plastic people Who live without a care Try to sit with me around my table But never bring a chair Does it make it all right? It doesn't make it all right To roll it over my soul and leave me here Roll it over my soul and leave me here
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