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Ah...
Ah...
Oh...
I'm changing, arranging
Things I never thought I'd move before
I'm changing, arranging
To your personality I asked for it for
I need a soul who'll never say what I feel
Just fearing that I will accept the ideal
I look up high and I swear all I see
Is a carbon copy image of me
I'm dying, half trying
Baby, baby, for the rest of my life
I'm trying and dying
Maybe, maybe's tryin' be my life
I've fight a never ending battle inside
Just trying to rectify my personal pride
I swear I don't know what it's got over me
But I know it doesn't want to be free
Oh...
Oh...
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