| Lying to myself, could you talk me down?
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| My mind is on the ledge, and I can’t even see the ground
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| If I was someone else, maybe then I could be proud
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| I can’t avoid this feeling 'cause it always comes around
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| Just like a carousel
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| Full of thoughts that make me doubt myself
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| Threw all my sense into a wishing well
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| So I can break from this imposter’s shell, imposter’s shell
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| I’ll hide my face behind a mask I’ve made
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| To cover up my shame
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| And when you find out that I’m not me
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| I’ll flee the scene
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| And repeat just like a carousel
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| Full of thoughts that make me doubt myself
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| Threw all my sense into a wishing well
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| So I can break from this imposter’s shell, imposter’s shell
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| I’ll keep my hands steady, I’ll leap when I’m ready
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| I don’t need luck, I’ve got plenty, I’ll keep up like a dead heat
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| I’ll keep my hands steady, I’ll leap when I’m ready
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| I don’t need luck, I’ve got plenty, I’ll keep up like a dead heat
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| Carousel
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| Full of thoughts that make me doubt myself
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| Threw all my sense into a wishing well
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| So I can break from this imposter’s shell, imposter’s shell
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| Carousel
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| Full of thoughts that make me doubt myself
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| Threw all my sense into a wishing well
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| So I can break from this imposter’s shell, imposter’s shell |