| I stopped today to see myself in subway glass
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| And I was scared of the way I look now
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| I knew the only thought behind my eyes
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| Please don’t believe in me
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| I don’t want to let you down
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| And I’m convinced it only rains in New York
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| And I am surrounded by everything that really scares me
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| A room full of empty people regretting every time that they inhale
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| And I want to write one perfect song
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| To make you cry in your sleep
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| Kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams
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| To let you’ld know I’m watching and making sure it’s (exact) alright
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| It’ll be alright
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| I guess I wanted to make you feel something
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| I wanted to make you feel everything
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| And you may call me a protest singer
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| But I’m only protesting myself
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| I don’t believe in beautiful people
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| And I don’t believe in me
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| I wonder what it’s like to be in between
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| Can you hear me
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| Can you hear me
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| You may call me a protest singer
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| Can you hear me
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| But I’m only protesting myself
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| And you may call me a protest singer
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| But I’m only protesting myself |