| Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own
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| Everybody has a private world where they can be alone
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| Are you calling me? |
| Are you trying to get through?
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| Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?
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| I'm just so fuckin' depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump
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| If I could just get over this hump
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| But I need something to pull me out this dump,
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| I took my bruises, took my lumps
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| Fell down and I got right back up
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| But I need that spark to get psyched back up
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| In order for me to pick the mic back up
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| I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
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| I'm starting to feel distant again
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| So I decided just to pick this pen
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| Up and try to make an attempt to vent
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| But I just can't admit
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| Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
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| I need a new outlet, and I know some shit's so hard to swallow
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| But I just can't sit back and wallow
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| In my own sorrow
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| But I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow
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| One tough act to follow
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| I'll be one tough act to follow
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| Here today, gone tomorrow
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| But you'd have to walk a thousand miles
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| In my shoes, just to see
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| What it's like, to be me
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| I'll be you, let's trade shoes
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| Just to see what it'd be like to
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| Feel your pain, you feel mine
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| Go inside each other's minds
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| Just to see what we find
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| Look at shit through each other's eyes
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| But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh
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| They can all get fucked.
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| Just stay true to you
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| So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
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| Oh, they can all get fucked.
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| Just stay true to you, yeah, so...
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| I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
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| Everything is so tense and gloom
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| I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
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| Just as soon as I walk in
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| It's like all eyes on me
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| So I try to avoid any eye contact
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| 'Cause if I do that then it opens the door for conversation
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| Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra attention
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| I just want to be just like you
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| Blend in with the rest of the room
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| Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
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| I don't need no fucking man servant
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| Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass
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| Laugh at every single joke I crack
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| And half of them ain't even funny like
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| "Ha!, Marshall you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, God damn"
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| Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
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| So why don't you all sit down?
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| Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
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| Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes
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| And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles
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| In my shoes, just to see
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| What it's like, to be me
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| I'll be you, let's trade shoes
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| Just to see what it'd be like to
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| Feel your pain, you feel mine
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| Go inside each other's minds
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| Just to see what we find
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| Look at shit through each other's eyes
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| But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
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| Oh they can all get fucked.
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| Just stay true to you so
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| Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
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| Oh they can all get fucked.
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| Just stay true to you so
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| Nobody asked for life to deal us
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| With these bullshit hands we're dealt
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| We gotta take these cards ourselves
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| And flip them, don't expect no help
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| Now I could have either just
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| Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
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| Or take this situation in which I'm placed in
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| And get up and get my own
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| I was never the type of kid
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| To wait by the door and pack his bags
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| Who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
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| For a dad to show up who never did
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| I just wanted to fit in
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| In every single place
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| Every school I went
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| I dreamed of being that cool kid
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| Even if it meant acting stupid
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| Aunt Edna always told me "Keep makin' that face it'll get stuck like that"
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| Meanwhile I'm just standin' there
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| Holdin' my tongue tryna talk like this
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| 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
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| I learned my lesson then cause I wasn't tryna impress my friends no more
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| But I already told you my whole life story
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| Not just based on my description
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| 'Cause where you see it from where you're sitting
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| It's probably 110% different
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| I guess we would have to walk a mile
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| In each other's shoes, at least
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| What size you wear? |
| I wear tens
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| Let's see if you can fit your feet
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| In my shoes, just to see
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| What it's like, to be me
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| I'll be you, let's trade shoes
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| Just to see what it'd be like to
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| Feel your pain, you feel mine
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| Go inside each other's minds
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| Just to see what we find
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| Look at shit through each other's eyes
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| But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh
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| They can all get fucked.
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| Just stay true to you
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| So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
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| Oh, they can all get fucked.
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| Just stay true to you, yeah, so...
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| Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own
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| Everybody has a private world where they can be alone...
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| So are you calling me, are you trying to get through, oh?
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| Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?
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| So oh oh
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| Yeah... To my babies. |
| Stay strong.
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| Daddy will be home soon
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| And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes
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| To fit you, so put 'em on and wear 'em
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| Be yourself, man, be proud of who you are
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| Even if it sounds corny,
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| Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful
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| So... |