Here you go trading in who you’ve been
I watch you change your skin
Where you’re in
Does it fit?
I see you pushing it
This envelope of not you
I hear your song
Where no melody comes
No symphony to sink in no guitar line to ride on
Merely sounds
Oh where oh where has the rock and roll gone?
I see you serving to impress
Switching up your dress
Dressing ready and willing to have the
Times
Thrust on you
Tell us where’s that one hit baby?
Locked inside your theory maybe
Aiming for number one
Instead of making it and then holding your breath
No danger in the formulaic creation do re mi
Except another which sounds like every other
Glimmer of lightless stars
Keep trading in who you’ve been
No one would recognise you now
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