Laughter in the smoky mirrors
Television seems much clearer now
Taxi drivers in the city
People dance, they all look pretty how
When the sun is beating down
The time to be is now
They tell you it's the wrong thing
Maybe you're my own kind of joy
Maybe you're my own kind of joy
Maybe you're my
Maybe we could fix the system
Turn it back to how it's been before
In a time where nothing matters
There will be a place that matters more
Going down an elevator
Hoping that there's something greater
Hoping that there's something greater
Hoping that there's something
When the heart is beating loud
The love is in the clouds
They tell us it's the wrong thing
Maybe you're my own kind of joy
Maybe you're my own kind of joy
Maybe you're my
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
Maybe you're my own kind of joy
Maybe you're my own kind of joy
Maybe you're my
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Maybe you're my
Oh...
Maybe you're my oh
Maybe you're my own kind of joy