| When I turned 15, determined to keep
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| My head lower than my self esteem
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| I had a plan but I was held back by acting
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| Like acne was the worst thing to happen
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| If I could go back, leave a note that
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| Might’ve told that teen boy the stuff that
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| I didn’t know then
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| I’d write two words — all he’d need
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| To know this ain’t how it’ll always be
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| Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud
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| Stitch up every cut when you’ve had enough and stand
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| Stand strong when the pressures up
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| And damn this flood by holding tough
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| (we've got some work to do…)
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| I did what Simon said
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| I had plans inside my head
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| Planted by handsome men
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| But in the act of cashin' in
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| I gave half of my fraction of passion left
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| Its not pretty, its not trendy to act like this
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| I’m no natural, I have to practice it
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| You’re not ready, I get that but here its is
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| Stick with me or be stuck with what you get
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| Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud
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| Stitch up every cut when you’ve had enough and stand
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| Stand strong when the pressures up
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| And damn this flood by holding tough
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| Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud
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| Stitch up every cut when you’ve had enough and stand
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| Stand strong when the pressures up
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| And damn this flood by holding tough
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| Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud
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| Stitch up every cut when you’ve had enough and stand
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| Stand strong when the pressures up
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| And damn this flood by holding tough |