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I thought you might appreciate the fact of my dream
A few shapes and lines
Skyscrapers flew off
A satellite fell in the center of me
And broadcast the fault that I had become
But far away, far away
You sang next to refrigerators
Ate a crabapple
Far away, far away
I woke up in a heart with a sign that said, "Drowning"
Worried alone
I knew I'd never be king
Of some broke Rome fell apart at the knees
And I worried today about the number of days
That I'd really get before they wipe me away
But in this world, in this world
So many bright-light people end a whole lot dimmer
And in this world, in this world
My very blackest days you could never call tragic
I won't be anyone with a point or a bul-
Let me drink all my fun from a sea, the bluest one
Break my dish on the stairs to the stars
I don't care for a blank associate
Who won't cry, who will fit
I'll never fit (Never fit!)
Wouldn't dream of it (Never fit!)
I'll never fit (Never fit!)
Can't dream of it
I'll never fit, never fit
Wouldn't dream of it, wouldn't dream of it
I'll never fit, never fit
Wouldn't dream of it
I'll never fit
Never Fit was written by Matt Hart.
Never Fit was produced by Mass Giorgini.