Incognito

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I'm acting just like I deserved
This cold shoulder you give me
My eyes been blurred for long enough
I'm seeing strings, how could you

Have you turned me into an (ah!)
Incognito to suppress my
Necessity to be loved
I lick your feet when I'm punished

If it's a nightmare wake me up
Even standing still I'm wrong
My beaming smile's all made up
Inside I'm totally torn

It's no wonder everybody says it's overtime

Have you turned me into an (ah!)
Incognito to suppress my
Necessity to be loved
I lick your feet when I'm punished

Have you turned me into an (ah!)
Incognito to suppress my
Necessity to be loved
I lick your feet when I'm punished