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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