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Father, I think I'm different
I don't like playing with the other boys
Father, I'm different
I like the way the flowers smell
On a high ledge
I want to cry but I don't know how
My lips are chapped, my hands are soft
Circles don't fit into squares
On a high ledge
(Man up, man)
