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I cry for the me who can't speak

The me who hides out of the closet in plain sight

But seen in a different light

God was right

Men and women lie down together 

But I want to stand up

He made children in his image

So he seen it coming

He knows my fate

He created it

He created me

It could just be

That you don't want to see me 

In the mirror that I'm looking into

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