It's good to let the world blur in my windchill And clarity is not for, not for me For I was made, no, I'm somebody else I'm somebody else Leave all good things behind, they're not for me And self-control slipping out, let it be For I was made, no, I'm somebody else Somebody else Too late to let the world blur in my windchill Believe in me, you're not for, not for, not for For I was made, no, I'm somebody else For I was made, no, I'm somebody else Not for, not for, not for *
