I could give a hundred million reasons
To build a baracade
I blame it on the changing of the seasons
The thoughts that I convey
Doesn’t make it alright
It doesn’t make it alright
To roll it over my soul
And leave me here
Roll it over my soul
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
Doesn’t make it alright
It doesn’t make it alright
To roll it over my soul
Leave me here
Roll it over my soul
Leave me here
To roll it over my soul
Leave me here
Roll it over my soul Leave me here
To roll it over my soul
Leave me here
Roll it over my soul
Leave me here
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