They say that something is wrong
Can you imagine, dear?
I hear them in corners and alleys
Whispering that something is off
What do they mean, dear?
I thought I heard your voice, amongst them
It wasn't you. Right, dear?
I think we're doing the best we can
And that nothing has to change
I think we're doing quite alright
Don't you think so, dear?
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