| I’m not man enough to be human
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| But I’m trying to fit in And I’m learning to fake it Don’t ever meet their friends
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| It tells you too much
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| Or not enough
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| Or worse
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| Exactly the wrong thing
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| Every nuance
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| Every detail
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| Every movement
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| Every smell
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| Sound
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| Phrase
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| The way she laughs
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| These are the things that you obsessively fetishize
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| Or make yourself grow to love
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| But you are supposed to be done growing
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| She is still growing
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| Its like a garden with two flowers
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| One just blocking and casting a shadow
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| Just like yours
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| Then it becomes a struggle
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| Of sunlight
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| Or rain
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| Or weeds
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| She and every she
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| Is doomed to be your idea of her
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| She and every she
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| Is doomed to be your idea of her
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| I’m not man enough to be human
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| But I’m trying to fit in And I’m learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it But worse so,
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| Back to the point
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| You are no longer the flower
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| And the sun
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| And most importantly the garden
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| Or the gardener
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| A muse
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| Your amusement
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| I am used
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| Its all ruined if you meet their friends
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| She and every she
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| Is doomed to be your idea of her
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| I’m not man enough to be human
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| But I’m trying to fit in And I’m learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it You never wanted
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| To share
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| Your concept of your creation
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| With any other gods or worshippers
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| Your book isn’t burned
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| It was never written
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| Your book isn’t burned
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| It was never written
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| I’m not man enough to be human
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| But I’m trying to fit in And I’m learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it |