| Ever look at all the people who seem to know exactly how to be?
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| You think, «They don’t need piles of prescriptions to function naturally»
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| Well, look again, and you might catch it
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| Just stay a minute more
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| There’s this little moment after the sunny smile
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| As their eyes fall to the floor
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| And the truth starts peeking through
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| They’re a lot like me and you
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| They can fake a smile, too
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| The anonymous ones
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| Never let you see the ache they carry
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| All of those anonymous ones
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| Who never name that quiet pain they bury
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| So they keep on keeping secrets that they think they have to hide
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| But what if everybody’s secret is they have that secret side?
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| And to know they’re somehow not alone
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| Well, that’s all they’re hoping for
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| What if they didn’t have to stay
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| Anonymous anymore?
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| Spot the girl who stays in motion
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| She spins so fast so she won’t fall
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| She’s built a wall with her achievements
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| To keep out the question
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| «Without it, is she worth anything at all?»
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| So nobody can know
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| Just what the cracks might show
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| How deep and dark they go
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| There are those anonymous ones
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| Stuck inside the perfect frame they’re faking
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| All of us anonymous ones
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| Who pick themselves apart 'til they start breaking
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| And we keep on keeping secrets that we think we have to hide
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| But what we really need is somebody to see that secret side
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| And to know we’re somehow not alone is all we’re hoping for
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| And that we wouldn’t have to be
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| Anonymous anymore
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| The parts we can’t tell, we carry them well
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| But that doesn’t mean they’re not heavy
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| The parts we can’t tell, we carry them well
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| But that doesn’t mean they’re not heavy
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| The anonymous one, noticed by none
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| The parts we can’t tell, we carry them well
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| But that doesn’t mean they’re not heavy
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| The parts we can’t tell
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| We carry them well
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| But that doesn’t mean they’re not heavy
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| The parts we can’t tell
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| We carry them well
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| But that doesn’t mean they’re not heavy
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| The anonymous ones
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| Might just need this moment to remind them
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| That there are more anonymous ones
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| They’re out there if you take the time to find them
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| Just to know we’re somehow not alone
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| Isn’t that all we’re ever really looking for?
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| Maybe we, we don’t have to be
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| Anonymous anymore |