| Would you be honest with me, seriously?
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| I’ve got this feeling you will not agree.
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| You live inside this pencil-case called home.
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| You need nobody but yourself alone.
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| You’re all you’ve got,
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| You’ll never stop,
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| You’ve fought for your defeat.
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| Now being weak is strength indeed,
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| But you’re too proud to see.
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| No matter what you do it’s all the same.
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| It’s only you and only you’re to blame.
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| Soon everyone around you’ll walk away.
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| If you don’t get it, don’t ask me to stay.
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| You’re all you’ve got,
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| You’ll never stop,
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| You’ve fought for your defeat.
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| Now being weak is strength indeed,
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| But you’re too proud to see.
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| You’re all you’ve got,
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| You’ll never stop,
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| You’ve fought for your defeat.
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| Would you be honest with me?
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| Now being weak is strength indeed,
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| But you’re too proud to see.
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| Would you be honest with me, seriously?
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| This song I wrote is about me. |