| In the quiet of my room
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| I gather up my thoughts and questions
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| Could I ever be like you?
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| Could I ever be a person, so real and so true?
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| It seems implausible
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| I look at my reflection
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| If only I could say
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| The things I never mention
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| The things you never knew
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| And I’d like to thank you for the human I’ve become
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| I’m sorry if I’ve let you down
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| I’m trying, I’m learning as I stumble along
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| To see this new world without your eyes
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| Once upon a time there was a girl who so much loved the world
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| She have her only begotten sunshine
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| And dried her stained eyes on a neck tie
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| Took the best lies made 'em truths
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| And spit sad soliloquies in the booth
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| Cause people think they know but they barely knew
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| The reality of what the other-siders do
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| But I’ve been there, I’ve learnt that
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| Seen a whole bunch of world and done came back
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| Got a reckoning for wrecking in my knapsack
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| 'Bout to journey on foot through the outback
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| GRRRL PRTY is the label on my snapback
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| Doin' worldwide shows in a black hat
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| 'Bout to tell your ass a story so take that
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| Free prophecies from a black cat
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| Seen his demise with a pair of brand new eyes
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| It was sickening, guy
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| Never wanted to be stickin' it to thickening thighs
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| But now he deeper than the secrets that he keep with a lie
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| «Mm, tastes good!» |
| baby say with a cry
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| Now wait…
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| Thinkin' about it too much, too much
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| Deepen the profit sooner, sooner
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| He never wanted to be a loser
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| But the bruises of losing is oozing through his fingers
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| The tips that like to brush at my hips
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| Is now at the hilt of a sword, Lord
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| On the battlefield, torn, sworn
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| To never think about another lover
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| Hopin' he had time to recover but nothing’s ever easy
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| Beware the sting of queen bee (grr!)
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| And I’d like to thank you for the human I’ve become
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| I’m sorry if I’ve let you down
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| I’m trying, I’m learning as I stumble along
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| To see this new world without your eyes
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| So many things in he I would like to be
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| Wiser, more light on my feet
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| I could look up in the mirror and change me
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| Or right over my shoulder and save me
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| Thinkin' about back, back when, when I ain’t have nothing
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| Not a thing or a ring to my name
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| Now my feet in the game, knee deep, don’t speak
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| Feelin' like Gwen Stefani in this thing
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| But I can’t complain cause we asked for this
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| Feelin' like a workaholic or a masochist
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| Don’t call like I should like its sacrilege
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| To make a dollar in a dream into packed venues
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| Take a second, put your shield down
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| Laying down my sword, getting off the battlefield now
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| Makin' bigger moves, bigger pictures in my view now
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| Get up out of my way I’ve got ammo for days, pow!
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| I can feel the weight of wars you’ve lost
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| They’re victories in my eyes
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| Every swing you take brings me closer and closer
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| Open the gates and I’m poised to charge
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| You told me we’d never get this far
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| Now we at the final round
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| There’s no way we’ll escape battle scars
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| Battle scars
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| And I’d like to thank you for the human I’ve become
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| I’m sorry if I’ve let you down
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| I’m trying, I’m learning as I stumble along
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| To see this new world without your eyes |