I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fake it
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Don't ever meet their friends
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It tells you too much
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Or not enough
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Or worse
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Exactly the wrong thing
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Every nuance
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Every detail
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Every movement
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Every smell
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Sound
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Phrase
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The way she laughs
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These are the things that you obsessively fetishize
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Or make yourself grow to love
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But you are supposed to be done growing
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She is still growing
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Its like a garden with two flowers
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One just blooming and casting a shadow
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Just like yours
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Then it becomes struggle
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Of sunlight
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Or rain
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Or weeds
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She and every she
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Is doomed to be your idea of her
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She and every she
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Is doomed to be your idea of her
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I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Ffffffffffffffake it
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But worse so,
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Back to the point
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You are no longer the flower
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And the sun
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And most importantly the garden
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Or the gardener
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A muse
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Your amusement
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I am used
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Its all ruined if you meet their friends
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She and every she
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Is doomed to be your idea of her
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I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Ffffffffffffffake it
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You never wanted
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To share
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Your concept of your creation
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With any other gods or worshippers
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Your book isn't burned
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It was never written
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Your book isn't burned
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It was never written
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I'm not man enough to be human
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But I'm trying to fit in
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And I'm learning to fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Fa fa fa fa fake it
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Ffffffffffffffake it
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The Gardener
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| Marilyn Manson |
