I'm Just A Ten Cent Copy Of People Far More Advanced Than Me Every Thought That I've Ever Had Could Be

I'm just a ten cent copy Of people far more advanced than me Every thought that I've ever had Could be ripped out of 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

Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, oh, ah, oh Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, oh, ah, oh

Tie me up by my callow belief Someday, I'll make something out of me Years of imitating mastery Only made me a better thief

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

Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, oh, ah, oh Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, oh, ah, oh

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

Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, oh, ah, oh Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, oh, ah, oh

Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, oh

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