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You make remarks about the people
Who walk past your window
Arm in arm
You're even jealous of the roses
That grow in the garden of the house
Where nobody lives
You even say there's a time and a place
For feeling happy
You speak of love as a symptom of conformity
You even say there's a time and a place
You speak of love
