The Summer lights are going
The Winter nights are glowing
In this city
Harry Krishna tribes are singing
Who do you think you are?
You turn to me with that glazed look
Like your soul has been written
By my will
But that look
Like all your silver has been sold
And I'm the one
Who owes you gold
Who do you think you are
The alchemy of this situation
Is like a bowl of dust to me
Like a potter at a wheel
You've turned me
Around and around
To the shape you want me
Fired in your furnace of love
I'm like a fragile vase
For you to fill up
Who do you think you are
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