| Tune in to find my peace and solitude
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| These empty rooms spin, and I embrace the flaws of being human
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| The black and white… and sometimes the greys that stay for days
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| The in between times
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| The meantimes that make this song of life sing
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| Play, rest, repeat, read exactly what is written on the sheet
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| «Don't deviate,» they say
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| But I will play what’s best for me
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| I’ll press the keys and pull the strings
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| Create a symphony that’s mine
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| And I’ll spend my life penning my song, my song
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| And the verses I write will speak for me
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| Good girls don’t make history
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| So I may never be what you assume
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| Don’t want your hooks or auto-tune
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| If I’m off-key then that’s alright with me
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| Oh and maybe you will learn this when I’m gone
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| My song will carry on
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| Let go
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| I let my voice be heard, then listen for the echo
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| My own reverb is playing
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| Cause I’m a movement
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| There’s dissonance, sometimes I make mistakes
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| Oh I’m human after all, I’m not your expectations
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| But play, rest, repeat, that’s what they ask of me
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| Just stick to this melody and stay between the lines
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| But I’ll play what’s best for me
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| I’ll ring the bells and crash the cymbals
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| My harmonious design
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| And I’ll spend my life penning my song, my song
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| And the verses I write will speak for me
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| Good girls don’t make history
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| So I may never be what you assume
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| Don’t want your hooks or auto-tune
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| If I’m off-key then that’s alright with me
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| Oh and maybe you will learn this when I’m gone
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| My song will carry on
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| In my time here, I wanna be revered and remembered
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| Oh let them say I came, I conquered
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| So I won’t fear and I can’t blend in
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| You can’t replace me and you cannot erase me
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| Cause my song will live on beyond time
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| And I’ll spend my life penning my song, my song
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| And the verses I write will speak for me
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| Good girls don’t make history
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| So I may never be what you assume
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| Don’t want your hooks or auto-tune
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| If I’m off-key then that’s alright with me
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| Oh and maybe you will learn this when I’m gone
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| My song will carry on
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| And I’ll spend my life penning my song, my song
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| And the verses I write will speak for me
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| Good girls don’t make history
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| So I may never be what you assume
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| Don’t want your hooks or auto-tune
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| If I’m off-key then that’s alright with me
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| Oh and maybe you will learn this when I’m gone
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| My song will carry on |