Everybody here is just the same
The seasons roll in their slumber
You don't even know my name
But pretend you've got my number

Millions of people nodding their heads
"This must be the way that it is"
Patiently ignored we explain it again
"It never was, and no, it isn't"

We have to allow for so much more
Freedom beyond imagination
Then to weave in room and board
To people's unique destination

And this is why privacy matters the most
Without it freedom's no light
Someone else saying what is, yes I know
Someone else is well wrong or right

If we continue the same mistakes
Privacy and freedom are out
Culture flattens before it breaks
And society fails, there's no doubt

Everybody here is just the same
The seasons roll in their slumber
You don't even know my name
But you think you've got my number

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