| I am what I am
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| I am my own special creation
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| So come take a look
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| Give me the hook or the ovation
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| It’s my world
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| I wanna have a little pride in
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| My world
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| It’s not a place I have to hide in
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| Life’s not worth a damn
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| 'Til you can say
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| Hey world, I am what I am
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| I am what I am
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| I don’t want praise, I don’t want pity
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| I bang my own drum
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| Some think it’s noise, I think it’s pretty
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| And so what
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| If I love each feather and each spangle?
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| Why not
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| Try and see things from a different angle?
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| Your life is a sham
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| 'Til you can shout
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| Out loud, I am what I am
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| I am what I am
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| Well, I don’t want praise and I don’t want pity
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| And I bang my own drum
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| Some think it’s noise, well, I think it’s pretty
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| It’s my song
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| If you don’t like the style I’m bringing
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| My song
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| So at least respect my right to sing it
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| Your life is a sham
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| 'Til you can shout
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| Out loud, I am what I am
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| I am what I am
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| And what I am needs no excuses
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| I deal my own deck
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| Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces
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| There’s one life
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| There’s no return and no deposit
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| One life |
| It’s time to open up your closet
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| Life’s not worth a damn
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| Until you can say
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| Hey world, I am what I am
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| I am what I am
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| And what I am, needs no excuses
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| I deal my own deck
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| Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces
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| It’s high time
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| That I blow my horn and sound my trumpet
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| High time
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| And if you don’t like it you can lump it
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| Life’s not worth a damn
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| Until you can say
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| Hey world, I am what I am
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| It’s our song
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| If you don’t like the style we’re bringing
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| Our song
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| At least respect our right to sing it
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| Your life is a sham
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| Until you can say
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| Hey world, I am what I am
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| Your life is a sham
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| Until you can say
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| Hey world, I am what I am |