| Yeah, I have my addictions
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| And keep my share of secrets
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| And things you’ll never see
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| I get selfish and defensive
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| And pay too much attention
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| To my insecurities
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| Oh I, I'm just like everybody else
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| I try to love Jesus and myself
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| I don’t know what you believe
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| Or what you think of what you see
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| But this is a part of me What I do and who I am All of my impurities
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| Are right here on my sleeve
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| This is me This is me My heart breaks for the homeless
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| I worry about my parents
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| And all my bills are late
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| I’m dealing with the changes
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| This complicated strangeness
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| Of seeing life this way
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| I, I'm just like everybody else
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| I try to love Jesus and myself
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| I don’t know what you believe
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| Or what you think of what you see
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| But this is a part of me What I do and who I am All of my impurities
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| Are right here on my sleeve
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| This is me This is me
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| I laugh at silly movies
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| Tear up when I see babies
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| And I’m stubborn as a stone
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| I criticize my body
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| I wonder if I’m ready
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| To ever be alone
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| Oh I, I'm just like everybody else
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| I cry, just like everybody else
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| I don’t know what you believe
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| Or what you think of what you see
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| But this is a part of me What I do and who I am All of my impurities
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| Are right here on my sleeve
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| This is me This is me |