I don't know how to set me free
from all the stencils that you've pressed on me
and everything seems so real
i try to leave your trace to make a change
I draw a mustache on a postcard
and send it back to you
we don't share the same exceptions
did I ever say the truth?
from all the stencils that you've pressed on me
and everything seems so real
i try to leave your trace to make a change
I draw a mustache on a postcard
and send it back to you
we don't share the same exceptions
did I ever say the truth?
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