| Sometimes I don’t like it
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| But that don’t mean I don’t love it
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| Sometimes I get down so low
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| But that don’t mean I can’t rise above it
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| Sometimes it’s the vast unknown
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| As far as I can see
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| And sometimes it feels like I’m touching everything
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| And everything is touching me
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| I’ve lost people and money
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| To become the woman I am today
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| And I’ll still be becoming tomorrow
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| Maybe losin', but still choosin' her anyway
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| And oh, it’s a lot to look at all that I got
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| It’s a lot to see who I am and am not
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| But I can laugh and I can love and I can dream
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| And I can do hard things
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| I look at my baby
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| I wouldn’t trade him for the world
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| And I’ve gained joy like I’ve never known
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| But lost the lightness when I was a girl
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| We’re told to say that it’s better
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| And it is and it isn’t, and I know
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| That there’s little black or white
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| There’s little wrong or right
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| And mostly it’s both
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| And oh, it’s a lot to look at all that I got
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| It’s a lot to see who I am and am not
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| But I can laugh and I can love and I can dream
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| And I can do hard things
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| Sometimes I can hold it all
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| I know where I end and where I start
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| And sometimes it’s all way too heavy
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| And I weigh more than the sum of all my parts
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| And oh, it’s a lot to look at all that I got
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| It’s a lot to see who I am and am not
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| But I can laugh and I can love and I can dream
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| I can win or I can lose, it’s all the same
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| I still dance, and I’ll sing in the pain
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| And I can do hard things |