How I Was Made
Kenickie
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When I was made
The good Lord rubbed my face
To give it shape
He formed a callous
Thats how my face was made
Oh sweet
Change me
Teach me to think like they do
Teach me to think
Like you
When I was made
The good Lord filled my veins
Up with silt
From the river
That's how my blood runs cold
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You're sweet
Change me
Teach me to think like they do
Teach me to think
Like You
When I was made
The good Lord streched
My skin across a frame
Like canvas
That's how my sense is numb
He says I'm sweet
Change me
Change my colour
Leave me grey
There are too many moths around
When I shine