Stretch me out wide,
til the 4th of July
fades like old glory
Hide my heart
in your removal van
and tell me I'll be fine,
if you change me to your turncoat
Pack my voice
and order Queen's English
Take my coffee, my mac and cheese
replace it with your dreams
Too different, too wrong, to belong here
Too changed too wrong to go there
Leave me half way
and I'll drown in self discovery
Weighed down by my turncoat
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