Everyone's standing in line

Under the smell it's making me sick

And physical size makes you right

And the wall are like paper and ice



Chorus: speak to me revolution boy

Come out to me daughter of joy

I am the collector of things

And all of the pain it brings



Now tell me the lessons we've botched

And lead me to the oxygen tent

And who will be the speaker of the day

And can i exchange my surprise

Chorus


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