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Switch off adult and make a face
Run down the hall for a mattress jump race
Forget my age and forget my name
I’m something different today

Music isn’t just background noise
‘Lean on me’ isn’t just about boys
I’ve somehow taken different form
I’m something different today

I’ve a Joke in hand and a trick behind
An immature smile and an immature mind
Say what you will, I’m having fun
I’m something different today

I’ve got nothing to buy and nothing to sell
I’m harmless, I’m free and I mean you well
Take me as I am and don’t ask cause
I’m something different today

A heart string is like a phone’s ring
Even purring in my pocket it doesn’t listen
Turn it off, but is ex-communication life?
Being off the emotional grid seem dark and cold
Or an open field oak in a thick forest of city walls
I demand myself progression
I demand myself newness
I demand myself to break at my own expense
But to command its purr, its disarming ring tone, would be false and unnatural
I cannot, nor would I, toy with its selection