Cookie Cutters: 3rd Song

Cookie Cutters

We're not all cookie cutters

We don't fit into the same mold

Different shapes, different sizes

Living life, destinies unguided

Meeting in the middle on common ground

All of us, filled with love, different sounds

Looking for birds that hum the same tune

Harmonize with people just like you

We all get put into a box

Wherever they think we belong

According to the stereotypes

This is where you go, where you should belong

Like things we're thrown in a box

We're people, we don't always belong

Dust us off, pick us up, put us into a box

Old toys, trains for little boys, pet rocks

They all go in the same old brown box

If we all looked the same

How could you tell us apart

Let's love instead of hate

Shine in the light instead of sitting in the dark

Meeting in the middle on common ground

Let me lift you up when you're feeling down

Looking for birds that hum the same tune

Raise our flag, red, white, and blue

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I don't love life

I ain't happy all the time

But I got a new lease

A renewal of my dreams

I'm misguided, can be close minded, I'm reaching towards it

Happiness, I will find it

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