Tables turned
 When you're beside yourself
 You get lost, lost in the transition
 You get lost, lost in the transition
 You get lost, lost in the transition
 Of no companion.
 
 I am involved in such a curious strain
 I need my friends, family, and security
 I want friends, family, and security
 I need friends, family, and security
 But I am given this nakedness.
 
 Opposed to clothed security
 Restless you are, I am as well
 Your potential, my potential
 Two souls needing new clothes
 Now we're completely clothed
 Completely clothed
 And suitably dressed, yeah, suitably dressed
 
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