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Could it be that one small voice doesn't count in the room
Yellow like a geisha gown, denying all the way
Could this by three be ten, honor marches on
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune
Shaking through, opportune
Are we grown way too far, taking after rain
Yellow like a geisha gown, denying all the way
Shaking through, opportune
Shaking through, opportune
In my life
Ears that are still, children of today on parade
Yellow like a geisha gown, denying all the way
Shaking through, opportune
Shaking through, opportune
Shaking through, opportune
Shaking through, opportune
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