I’m just a ten cent copy Of people far more advanced than me Every thought that I’ve ever had Could be ripped from a magazine Cut me a path, and I will follow it Draw me a line, and I’ll avoid it I’m nothing if not obedient You have my word You have my word
I am an empty page A muddled shade of paint I am a light that’s burning out I am a light that’s burning out I have hands that shake When there are cuts to make You’ll do it better, show me how You’ll do it better, show me how
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