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My stand against the oppression of the unique. |
| The wind blows back memories of indifferent souls The scent of indifference, the whisper of the middle The wind blows back extremist opposition A foggy unwillingness, A distant sight of closure The wind blows back my hair and I am released Sprung free, fleeing Starbucks and taking a stand A stand against the rising tide of conformity. |