By simple definition I'd be scattered
Oh, where do I begin?
Well, I'm stuck within the mortal framework
Of having to use words
And I, I've never been one
I've never been one, incompleteness
My attempts to say never find their way, nah-uh
Then inconsistency is inconsistency
Within this conversation, yeah
(Sometimes), sometimes there's no limits and
(Sometimes), sometimes I'm a mother, I'm a brother and another
(Sometimes), sometimes I'm scared, sometimes, I'm a hero
(Sometimes), sometimes mostly I'm just me
In some regards, I'd use the term eclectic
The merging of experience
And different points of view, oh, yeah
Well, I think, I learn, I listen and
I sift my way right through
And I, I'm always the one
I'm always the one with fascination, yeah
My attempts to say never find their way, nah-uh
Then inconsistency is inconsistency
Within this conversation, yeah
(Sometimes), sometimes there's no limits and
(Sometimes), sometimes I'm a mother, I'm a brother, I'm a lover and another
(Sometimes), sometimes I'm scared, sometimes, I'm a hero
(Sometimes), sometimes mostly I'm just me
(Sometimes), sometimes there's no limits and
(Sometimes), sometimes I'm a mother, I'm a brother, I'm a lover and another
(Sometimes), sometimes I'm scared, sometimes, I'm a hero
(Sometimes), sometimes
(Sometimes), you know there's no limits and
(Sometimes), I'm a mother, I'm a brother, I'm a lover and another
(Sometimes), I'm scared, sometimes, I'm a hero
(Sometimes) sometimes
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