Your down side is up, Your up side is down
You walk on the ceiling, And not on the ground
Your right is the left, Your left is the right
Your evening is day, And your morning is night
Your inside is out, Your outside is in
Your triumph is failure, And your defeat is a win
Your backward is front, Your forward is back
You feel you’re imprisoned, When they cut you some slack
The winter water burns, And the fire’s so cold
Your maturity comes so young, And you’re a fool when you grow old
You remember the future, While you sit around and wait for the past
You can’t wait for yesterday, Because tomorrow went by so fast
You’re not like us, you don’t fit in
The list’s so long, I don’t know where to begin
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