I was born at the wrong time
And I was born in the wrong place
If you can't see me now
It's because I was born with the wrong face
These are not my fingers
And these are not my toes
But I will work them for a lifetime
I will dress them in my clothes
And then maybe who knows
I'll catch you next time around
I never held you
in these arms
I couldn't serve you
or bribe you with my charms
This is not my body
These are not my eyes
Something tells me we have
witnessed the same lies
I shouldn't be here
It's all messed up
This is not my body
But I taste what's in this cup
And maybe who knows
I'll catch you next time around
I never held you
in these arms
I couldn't serve you
or bribe you with my charms
You won't see me now
This is not my face
But maybe I'll catch you
next time around
next time around
next...
time...
next time around

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