Jarle Bernhoft - On Individuality

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You’re having a hard time trying to define yourself
Somebody’s constantly reminding you of your place
You try to move on, but you’re told to get back in line
You try to keep up, but you just end up behind
Someone wrote the book
but I don’t think they were sure
just who they were and who they are now
You’re hanging with the wrong crowd I guess, but who decides?
You’re settled right where you want to be, but are you right?
Well, someone wrote the book,
but judging by their looks
they’re not too happy about it now
Realize, you’re one in a million getting pigeonholed
This city’s just a village disguised as a metropole
Witches getting burnt
Villains getting hung
With money getting spent