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I'm just a boy, without a heart
I cannot write, I don't do art
I can't sing, or talk or se
I cant love, But I CAN be
I don't have values, but I stick to them
Don't need weapons, but you stick me to them
I dont lie, and I don't cheat
I am honest, and I am neat
I live simple, I live well
I am happy, can't you tell?
See my easy painted smile?
Completly real, without denial
I stand straight, Do what I'm told
I'm not to young, I don't grow old
If I'm broken, i can be fixed
I can be lost, but never missed
I'm back again,, round a bend or two
I can exchanged, between him and you
And now I'm here, and in your and
Just like you, had always planned
And so I am, your fantasy
One cup för you, and one for me?
maybe you, will raise my arm up high
Paint me with symbols, a mytchace and a lie
Without a Question of if it's right
In your minds eyes, the jews I'll fight
Or maybe it's, the greeks today
or asians or, Sadan Hussein
Although these events, cause hurt for some
I'm cold inside, my thought is none
But if toys could speak, i'd tell you the true
I am more me, than you are you
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