| I fell off a slide and cut my face
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| Sagamore Park, early drinking dates
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| It stung a little, but I felt fine
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| It’s a version of myself I look to hide
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| And even if you can’t quite understand
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| The man I was before we met
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| Someday you’ll see
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| I promise that I’ll never
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| Except when you make me promise to
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| You’ve got your needs
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| When you look straight at a mirror and see yourself
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| Tell me, do you like the vision or do you want something else?
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| When I look into a mirror, the man I see
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| Is a vision of the person I want to be
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| And even if you can’t quite understand
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| What I meant what I said this wasn’t planned
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| Someday you’ll see
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| I promise that I’ll never
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| Except when you make me promise to
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| You’ve got your needs
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| You’ve got your needs
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| You’ve got your needs
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| You’ve got your needs
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| You’ve got your needs
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| I sat in a chair, leaned back too far
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| Cut my head against the wall, still have the scar
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| I was eight years old, anyone could see
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| I do better when I have someone watching me
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| I’ve got my needs
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| I’ve got my needs
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| I’ve got my needs
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| I’ve got my needs |