The Good Mr Square

The good Mr. Square

He doesn't have any hang-ups

He spends his time

Looking through other people's eyes

The good Mr. Square

He doesn't have any hang-ups

He spends his time

Looking through other people's lives

Oh, and how, inside

He likes the things that they've done

The good Mr. Square

He doesn't have any hang-ups

He spends his time

And as she weaves her way through city streets

The dawn arrives

In concrete glades of metal grass

Steel cords are woven tight

But she is free

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