if i could get you into a frame.
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if i could figure you out.
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how truly would i really be.
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if my image of you was complete.
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i've been trying to fill the void.
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to reach out and touch your face.
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but i molded you after my taste.
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and created another cliche.
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with a human concept of what is fitting.
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i cannot get you into my frame.
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now i see but a poor reflection.
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then i'll see face to face.
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kill all my idols till thy kingdom come.
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kill all my idols and come quickly come
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Kill
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| This Beautiful Mess |
