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And I'm not the judge or the referee
And I can't accept, ’cause I am uptight
And the smoke screen into my eyes are burning
My concern is I just might get a new life
And I can't relate to the hypnotist
And I can't get close, ’cause of plastic wrap
And I want to have kids, but their father's up inside the clouds
The distance between us on my mind
Up until now things have been fine, temporarily
You're cute, but the circumstances have changed
Your substitution method crutch
Your whole protection from your fame
There's presentation on my ploy
Is to change my cellophane boy
Oh, it's not the 7
0s
Let your future fly with me
Up until now things have been fine, temporarily
You're cute, but the circumstances have changed
Your substitution method crutch
Your whole protection from your fame
There's presentation on my ploy
Is to change my cellophane boy
And I want your habit to be me
Your harbor and your refugee
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