| Don’t you color me by the way you paint your picture
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| I’m happy just the way I am
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| It’s been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure
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| Yeah, I’m a bastard of the master plan, yes I am
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| I wanna live my life, don’t wanna live a lie
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| I hear my freedom ringin'
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| Everyone’s got a place but where do I fit in? |
| Yeah
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| Yeah, but where do I fit in?
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| Don’t go sellin' me, a dream you can’t deliver
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| Like a dog in a cat suit, it’s a poor disguise
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| Strange little angels, a parade of saints and sinners
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| Greetings from the other side
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| I wanna live my life, don’t wanna live a lie
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| I hear my freedom ringin'
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| Everyone’s got a place but where do I fit in?
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| Yeah, but where do I fit in?
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| Yeah, I was walking on glass from a thousand broken mirrors
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| Saw my reflection stare me down
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| I tried to run, I was going through the motions
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| I got my feet on solid ground, yeah
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| I wanna live my life, don’t wanna live a lie
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| I hear my freedom ringin'
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| Yeah, I want the same as you baby
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| I’ll take a walk in my shoes
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| I hear freedom ringin'
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| Everyone’s got a place but where do I fit in? |
| Yeah
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| Yeah, but where do I fit in? |
| Where do I fit in?
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| Where do I, where do I fit in? |
| Yeah that’s me
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| Woah, where do I fit in? |
| Yeah, ooh baby, I fit in?
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| Come on, lets pretend, where do I fit in? |