Listen to a little bit of silence,
I listen to a bit of rock & roll,
Nothing good will ever come of violence
But often it feels good to take control.
Listen to the voices in me speaking,
And listen to the wind out in the trees,
Often it's too hard to keep from peaking
Into the eyes of those upon their knees.
There's no point in asking many questions
The answers are as plain as they can be,
Everybody keeps making suggestions,
On ways I can improve on being me.
There's nothing in my will that time assaults,
Since I'm quite happy living with my faults.
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