| The crown on my head is heavy on me
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| They wouldn’t know it 'cause they don’t wanna see
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| The skin on my face is turning bright pink
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| As I walk by, the girl’s choir whispering
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| The street that I walk welcomes my feet
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| With cryptic graffiti greetings to read
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| The smile on my mouth, it came dirt cheap
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| I bought it second hand
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| I will always walk tall
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| Taller than the clouds when the rain starts to fall
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| I come out of the wilderness
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| To lay by the waterfall
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| The wires to my head when I press play
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| Who’s this new prophet, has she got something to say?
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| The thoughts in my brain are backfiring
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| I’m a picture perfect passenger
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| I will always walk tall
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| I hold my loneliness up like a medicine ball
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| I come out of the wilderness
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| To lay by the waterfall
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| Lighten my load
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| You expect the worst
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| And you always get your way
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| These big buildings, these little girls
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| Are giving me a little shade
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| I will always walk tall
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| I hold my loneliness up like a medicine ball
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| I come out of the wilderness
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| To lay by the waterfall
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| I will always walk tall
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| Taller than the clouds when the rain starts to fall
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| I come out of the wilderness
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| To lay by the waterfall
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| Lighten my load |