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| Costume All these things you see in me Can�t really even be there If all these things were here, Why can�t I see them too? Swell me up with compliments It�s almost pleasing Because everything I see in you Is everything I wish I could be too You tell me what you love of me But I say it can�t be true That�s not me, and what You love is something less than my reality |