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