I want to fit I've got to get into it Don't make no sense to hide behind anything oh how these precious things their time is wearing thin i'd make a mold of me to make a mockery i'd make a mold of me to make a mockery another sky (hey) to emphasize who you are a second skin the label i might have been oh fill this loving cup might have to use it up to take the half of me would wreck the symmetry
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