| I used to be afraid of myself
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| Hung my smile on a shelf
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| Hid my teeth when I laughed
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| Now I’m far too grown
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| For your plot, for your palm
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| Will you root for me
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| Or will you leave?
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| I don’t wanna compromise
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| Can we make it through the night
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| I’m tryin to see eye-to-eye
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| But you look right over me
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| Your words stuck on repeat
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| And I’m tired of ya
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| Howmanytimesdoisitandlistentoya
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| Idontknowwhyikeepsittinlistenintoya
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| Howmanytimesdoisitandlistentoya
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| Idontknowwhyikeepsittinlistenintoya
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| Howmanytimesdoisitandlistentoya
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| Idontknowwhyikeepsittinlistenintoya
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| Howmanytimesdoisitandlistentoya
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| Idontknowwhyikeepsittinlistenintoya
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| It’s not that I’m bored
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| I just heard it before
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| The space you take up
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| The curve of your learning
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| That’s my labor, my love
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| Explaining myself again
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| I could have run a mile instead
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| I could have twist my ends
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| Instead, I’m laid out in bed
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| Gaslight in my head, but I said
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| What I said
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| I don’t wanna compromise
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| Can we make it through the night
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| I’m tryin to see eye-to-eye
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| But you look right over me
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| Your words stuck on repeat
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| And I’m tired of your shit
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| Who gonna share
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| My love for me
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| With me?
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| Who gonna share
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| My love for me
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| With me?
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| Who gonna share
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| My love for me
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| With me?
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| Yeah
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| Who gonna share
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| My love for me
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| With me?
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| Who gonna share
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| My love for me
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| With me?
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| Who gonna share
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| My love for me
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| With me?
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| Who gonna share
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| My love |