| I’m not tryin’to pretend
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| I’m not one for givin’in
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| To do anything just to be your friend
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| What ever you expect from me Think about it carefully
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| Before this relationship begins
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| Should I kiss, should I tell
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| Should I act like someone else
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| Is it safe to be myself
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| All these things are constantly
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| Knocking at my window oh, oh In a crowd of choices
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| It’s obvious to me The moral of the story is That I make my own reality
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| yea, I’m not trying to be cool
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| Or tellin’you what you should do You gotta find out just for yourself
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| I only know what’s right for me The promises I want to keep
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| But every day it’s something else
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| Should I drink, should I smoke
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| Should I lie so I can go To the party down the road
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| All these things are constantly
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| Knocking at my window oh, oh In a crowd of choices
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| It’s obvious to me The moral of the story is That I make my own reality
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| All these things are constantly
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| Knocking at my window oh, oh In a crowd of choices
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| It’s so obvious to me The moral of the story is That I make my own reality
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| Nobody else can live my life
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| It’s my decision
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| Nobody else can tell me If I fit in if I belong, feel good enough
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| And the list goes on and on, and on and on And on All these things are constantly
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| Knocking at my window oh, oh In a crowd of choices
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| It’s obvious to me The moral of the story is That I make my own reality
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| All these things are constantly
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| Knocking at my window oh In a crowd of choices
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| It’s so obvious to me The moral of the story is That I make my own reality |