vI don't know where to start or when to stop
Another closing door, another ticking clock
People pass through like they're made of air
And I have to look twice to see who's there
I hope there comes a time when i really don't care
Everybody's looking like they've got something to say
About the things I do, about me and you
It goes in one ear and out of the other
You don't know me sister, you don't own me brother
I hope there comes a time when i really don't care
I don't know what he said
I don't know what she said
When i walk down the street
I don't know what he said
I don't know what she said
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