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 that there's a time and a place
For feeling happy
You speak of love as a symptom of conformity

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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 that there's a time and a place
For feeling happy
You speak of love as a symptom of conformity