I think I don't fit in here
It seems to be all too queer
They call me weird and weird I am
I start to end where I began
This life - second hand
Give me something I can cling to
Something I understand
Something beautiful
I don't like to minimize
This room can't hold my size
I kept running and running
But this will be my second coming
Give me something I can cling to
Something I understand
Something beautiful
Give me something I can trust in
Give me something that makes sense
Something beautiful
They don't know my name
But I know who I am
The world is big
But I'll be bigger then
Give me something I can cling to
Something I understand
Something beautiful
Give me something I can trust in
Give me something that makes sense
Something beautiful
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