This life is out of your hands
You've lost your grip
Your holding sands

Finding you don't fit the mold
When the other blocks fit so easily
Wishing you were a square
Spearmint gum in your tangled hair

This life is out of your hands
You've lost your grip
Your holding sands

Finding you don't fit the mold
when the other blocks fit so easily
wishing you were a square
spearmint gum in your tangled hair

We are only plastic
our lives quite fantastic
We are only plastic
our lives quite fantastic
We are only plastic
our lives quite fantastic

We fit like puzzle pieces
bouquet of chocolate recess
Now you have one choice to make
Which mission do you want to take
Do you want to take
Do you want to take
Do you want to take


Lyrics submitted by mdp8889

Radical Geometry song meanings
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