Words and Music by Catesby Jones
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I Hope That I Fit In Today

I hope that I fit in today
That I don't get in my own way
Sometimes I want to cry out loud
And disappear into the crowd

The image that my camera sees
Is not the man I thought I'd be
Imperfections in my face
Thinning hair, the extra weight

They say it's just an awkward stage
That I'm a victim of my age
With bitter tears of compromise
I'll see myself through loving eyes

I live to see the sunny skies
Grateful just to be alive
I verify my vital signs
Start the car and get in line

And I hope that I fit in today
That I don't get in my own way
Sometimes I want to cry out loud
And disappear into the crowd

Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
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