This year's parade I came wearing my skin to trade And all my thoughts to the higher bid Myself intentions to a stranger in a street This year's parade Waiting for the time to fade Heaven knows to my disgrace Yourself reflections , are so hard to trace Looking for a crown to fit I'll hang my head down I see confusion got you to quit And you have no idea, If you've been lost or found On this year's parade This year's parade Got my sadness in a box to stay You've cut your strings, And flow a way Heaven knows, I had no words to say Looking for a crown to fit.
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