| This is my face
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| Covered in freckles
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| With the occasional spot
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| And some veins
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| This is my body
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| Covered in skin
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| And not all of it
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| You can see
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| And, this, is my mind
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| It goes over and over
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| The same old lines
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| And, this, is my brain
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| It's torturous analytical thoughts
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| Make me go insane
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| And I use mouthwash
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| Sometimes I floss
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| I got a family
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| And I drink cups of tea
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| I've got nostalgic pavements
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| I've got familiar faces
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| I've got a mixed-up memory
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| And I've got favourite places
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| And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I hope everything's gonna be alright
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| And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I hope everything's gonna be alright
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| This is my face
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| I've got a thousand opinions
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| And not the time to explain
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| And this is my body
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| And no matter how you try and disable it
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| Yes I'll still be here
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| And, this, is my mind
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| And although you try to infringe
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| You cannot confine
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| And, this, is my brain
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| And even if you try and hold me back
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| There's nothing that you can gain
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| 'Cause I use mouthwash
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| Sometimes I floss
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| I've got a family
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| And I drink cups of tea
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| I've got nostalgic pavements
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| I've got familiar faces
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| I've got a mixed-up memory
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| And I've got favourite places
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| I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I hope everything's gonna be alright
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| And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night
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| And I hope everything's gonna be alright
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh |