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Chameleon
Hoping for today The journey is long Coping with today And I’m all alone I raise my eyes I raise my glass A little more sunshine More tears in the past Comfort in my spotted sadness Identity is lost Shameless in my masked madness But, oh what the cost I fit inside so easily I smile as though I’m sick I feel I’m somewhat sleazy My fractured life, this is it
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