Confines.

In the confines of a camera lens,
will you be kind or
expose me for what I am?
In the confines.

Things are so predictable,
even the story is foretold.
Everyone's so special.
In the confines,
in the confines.

Whoever I'm gonna meet?
Whomever I'm gonna be?
Oh, the places I get to see.
In the confines.

It's 6am & we call it wrap,
looking for the next gig just the same.
You know we gonna meet again.
In the confines.
In the confines.
In the...

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