I am everything
I am on the brink of still
Its not all its true
Sitting on a sprinkler
Take my call and see
The receiver to your ear
When you bridge the leap
It will all become so clear

That theres not only one of me
Just look closely now
Count them all and youll get three
That ones clever
This ones free
But its your favourite
I hate mores the pity

Ive seen everything
I can only think is true
Check my windowpane
If you cant enjoy the view
I could fall for less
I believe a thing you say
Write it down for me
And it will all come into play

Theres not only one of me
Just look closely now
Count them all and youll get three
That ones clever
This ones free
But its your favourite
I hate mores the pity

Lined up in a row
Like little dolls
Like bungalows
The reasons look the same
A newer version
Same old game

I am everything
I am on the brink
Im not anything
I could use a drink

Tell me what you see
You look close but its not me
Im not what you need
And Ill never ever be

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