"IT'S NOT MY PLACE TO KNOW WHAT YOU FEEL
I'D LIKE TO KNOW BUT WHY SHOULD I?
WHO WERE YOU THEN, WHO ARE YOU NOW?
COMMON LABOURER BY NIGHT, BY DAY HIGHBROW
BACK IN MY ROOM I WONDER, THEN I
SIT ON THE BED, LOOK AT THE SKY
UP IN THE SKY
CLOUDS REARRANGE
LIKE THE TALK OF THE TOWN"
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