On the day I worked hard and smiled broadly
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Why is the night darker
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It keeps bringing me down
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Down, down
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Hmm, the words everyone said so easily
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you'll probably hear it soon
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I've heard enough, I've heard enough
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Of the things that I'm not
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Even if the whole world changes
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I'm still the same
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I dreamed of this road I was walking on
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as it was then
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I danced my every day
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The first time I stayed there
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But you'll never know unless you walk in my shoes
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You'll never know my tangled string
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'Cause everybody sees what they wanna see
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It’s easier to judge me than to believe
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Old thoughts that were hidden deep
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Occasionally hold me and torment me
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The more I do it, the more I’ma shine, baby
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You know they ain't got a shot on me
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Sunday night, I've been swallowed by my bed
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I've been all over my head
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Wonderin' if I gotta try and pretend
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I don't even know
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I'm afraid I'll find myself waiting for someone to recognize me
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The brighter that light
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My shadow is getting longer
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When it's too dazzling
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can i see the back
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Even if the whole world changes
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I'm still the same
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I dreamed of this road I was walking on
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as it was then
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I danced my every day
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The first time I stayed there
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But you'll never know unless you walk in my shoes
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You’ll nevr know, my tangled string
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'Cause everybody sees what thy wanna see
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It’s easier to judge me than to believe
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Old thoughts that were hidden deep
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Occasionally hold me and torment me
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The more I do it, the more I’ma shine, baby
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You know they ain't got a shot on me
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can't sink
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i know well
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You can't fly while looking at the ground
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beyond the clouds
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still bright sun
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in the picture I drew
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to the torn places
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So that I can empty it all out and smile
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I want to face the me I didn't want to see, eh
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I remember, so I'll be okay
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Let flowers bloom in my blue room
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You know I'll always be waiting
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But you'll never know unless you walk in my shoes
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You'll never know my tangled string
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'Cause everybody sees what they wanna see
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It’s easier to judge me than to believe
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Old thoughts that were hidden deep
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Occasionally hold me and torment me
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The more I do it, the more I’ma shine, baby
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You know they ain't got a shot on me |