| Your self control makes me feel alone
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| I’ve tried confidence, had it for breakfast today
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| I’ve lost the perfection, a mess without words
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| As the seasons change I’ll continue to ignore
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| The image I project is me without me
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| The picture that I scanned is borrowed
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| After the education you stopped making sense to me
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| Seems to me that it’s all the same
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| Time and time and time and time again
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| Slowly, what I believed in, turning into a lie
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| To aim and miss, my supernatural art
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| Spending too much time with myself
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| Trying to explain who I am
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| How come it’s possible
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| I wish there was a way
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| I feel so invincible
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| I’m the sculpture made out of clay
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| I need someone to break the silence
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| Before it all falls apart
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| I need something to cling onto
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| Before I break you in parts
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| So afraid of what you may think
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| And all the plastic people that surrounds me
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| I have to find the path to where it all begins
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| To teach the world my supernatural art
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| How come it’s possible
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| I wish there was a way
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| I feel so invincible
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| I’m the sculpture made out of clay |