| I used to think I was unique, that I would never be swayed
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| I was convinced that I could never be changed
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| I was naive, thinking I’d be any different than those
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| Those who I had no respect for
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| I refused to see, held on to my beliefs, that I was somehow better than them
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| I’m not better than them
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| And I can’t help but think that I’ve sacrificed the qualities
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| That keep me distinct from everyone else
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| Am I so arrogant that I
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| Believe I’m not another version of what I have come to despise?
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| Once my breath had left the mirror, I could see myself much clearer
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| I couldn’t hide from who I had become
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| Just as guilty as everyone
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| My reflection doesn’t look, doesn’t look the same
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| I’m staring at an unfamiliar face
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| And I can’t help but think that I’ve sacrificed the qualities
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| That keep me distinct from everyone else
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| Am I so arrogant that I
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| Believe I’m not another version of what I have come to despise?
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| The image I expected to see was no longer staring back at me
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| The image I expected to see was no longer staring back at me
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| Enemy, staring back at me
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| Enemy, staring back at me
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| And I can’t help but think, have I sacrificed everything?
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| And I can’t help but think that I’ve sacrificed the qualities
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| That keep me distinct from everyone else
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| Am I so arrogant that I
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| Believe I’m not another version of what I have come to despise?
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| I’m just another version of what I have come to despise
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| My reflection doesn’t look, doesn’t look the same |