I am the one who is different.
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My body's distorted and ugly to see
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My voice is a croak, not the trill it should be
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They bend over backwards in kindness to me
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Because I am the one who is different.
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I am the one who is broken.
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My reach is too small and my hands are too thick
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My skin is like sandpaper, not silky slick
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My wings never grew and I'm heavy as brick
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Because I am the one who is broken.
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There's a cringe in their eyes when they look at me
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I can tell they're avoiding my touch
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But the saddest of all is to look at their beauty
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And know that their care is an unpleasant duty
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I wish I was like them so much.
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But I am the one who is twisted.
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They promise someday I will go to a place
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Where everyone else has my body and face
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On a world at the edges of black empty space.
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I'll live with the rest who are twisted.
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CHORUS
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But I am the one who is twisted.
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They promise someday I will go to a place
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Where everyone else has my body and face
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On a world at the edges of black empty space.
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I'll live with the rest who are twisted.
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A nightmare of none but the twisted.
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar
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Twisted
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| Kathy Mar |
