From our lives' beginning on
We are pushed in little forms No
one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach you what to
think But everyone says different
things But they're all convinced That
they're the ones to see
So they keep talking And they
never stop And at a certain point
you give it up So the only thing
that's left to think is this
I want out to live my life alone I
want out, leave me be I want out
to do things on my own I want out
to live my life and to be free
People tell me A and B They tell
me how I have to see Things that
I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to
side They're pushing me from black
to white They're pushing Till
there's nothing more to hear
But don't push me to the maximum Shut
your mouth and take it home Cos I
decide the way things gonna be
There's a million ways To see
the things in life A million ways
to be the fool In the end of it,
none of us is right Sometimes we
need to be alone
No no no, leave me alone
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