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I used to be a boy
With no clear vision of myself.
I'd put up posters on my wall,
False representation of my health.

As I grew up I threw all my pride
At those posters on my wall
I let myself be what those colors were
Had to be them, give my all

I don't remember when I realized that
Those posters on my wall
Were only lies of youth and stereotype,
Persuading kids with marketing hype,
To generate the Dollar Bill.
So sleep in comfort, sleep all night.