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  out of breath
 Chasing  the big parade,
 Rising  my hand,
 Thought I'd beg the marching band to play,  me
 All  these illusions,
 They really mean the world to me, 
 
 Don't make me out to be this helpless child of 
 Maybe  is what I need
 But not your 
 
 In  out of space,
 I'm always somewhere in 
 I try to make 
 But instead I  a mess of things, for me
 
 I try paint by 
 But nothing's  and white to me
 
 Don't make me out to be this  child of misery,
 Maybe love  what I need
  not your sympathy
 
 Nothing and  one can make your lies the truth, and no one can stand inside your shoes but you
 
 Don't make me out to be this helpless  misery,
 Maybe love  what I need
  not your sympathy
 But not  sympathy