| The morning starts like any other
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| I find myself in front of the mirror
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| Picking out my imperfections
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| Scared the world might see the flaws I see
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| But should it really matter?
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| Why does it mean so much to me?
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| I wish I could believe in inner beauty
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| I don’t wanna be looked at
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| If you can’t see past all of my pretty lies
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| There’s more to this picture if you look deeper
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| You will find me behind these eyes
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| I’m right here
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| Behind these eyes
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| So greens the colour for the season
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| But will it change the way I’m feeling
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| Tell me Mr Maharishi
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| What size is happy?
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| And the stars are getting smaller
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| Disappearing as they fall from grace
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| I keep reading how they stop to
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| Get their column space
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| I don’t wanna be looked at
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| If you can’t see past all of my pretty lies
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| There’s more to this picture if you look deeper
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| You will find me behind these eyes
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| I’m right here
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| Behind these eyes
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| I’m right here behind these eyes
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| I’m right here behind these eyes
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| I’m wondering how far I’ll go
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| To fix myself and I don’t know
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| What will it cost to put me right?
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| When I’m not wrong on the inside…
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| I don’t wanna be looked at
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| If you can’t see past all of my pretty lies
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| There’s more to this picture if you look deeper
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| You will find me behind these eyes
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| I don’t wanna be looked at
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| If you can’t see past all of my pretty lies
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| There’s more to this picture if you look deeper
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| You will find me behind these eyes
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| I’m right here,
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| Behind these eyes
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| I’m right here
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| Behind these eyes
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| I’m right here
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| Behind these eyes… |