| 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
|
| 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 |