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