| I see you pretending the way you cover up your scars
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| But broken parts are just another part of who we are
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| Stop worrying about everything that you can’t control
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| And fall in love with the things you still hate the most
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| We call got insecurities
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| But you don’t have to change a thing
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| Your body is a work of art
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| Your colors make you who you are
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| You know you don’t have to close your eyes
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| To all those things you wish that you could have
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| You don’t ever have to cover who you are inside
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| 'Cause that’s where your pretty lies
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| Underneath your pretty lies
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| The way some people look at you being ethical, see
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| There’s beauty in who you are even if they don’t agree
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| Still you ask yourself why don’t they like me, why I gotta change
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| And you pray that one day all these voices in your head will fade
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| We call got insecurities
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| But you don’t have to change a thing
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| Your body is a work of art
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| You’re worth more than you think you are
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| You know you don’t have to close your eyes
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| To all those things you wish that you could have
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| You don’t ever have to cover who you are inside
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| 'Cause that’s where your pretty lies
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| Underneath your pretty lies
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| Your pretty lies
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| You know you don’t have to close your eyes
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| To all those things you wish that you could have
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| You don’t ever have to cover who you are inside
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| 'Cause that’s where your pretty lies
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| Underneath your pretty lies |