| All my life, I’ve been fighting a war
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| I can’t talk to you or your friends
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| It’s not only you
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| My heart jumps around when I’m alluded to
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| This will not do
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| 'Cause I was raised up
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| To be admired, to be noticed
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| But when you’re withdrawn, it’s the closest thing
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| To assault when all eyes are on you
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| This will not do
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| I’m faking glory
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| Lick my lips, toss my hair
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| And turn the smile on
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| And the story’s brand new
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| But I can take it from here
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| I’ll find my own bravado
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| It’s a switch flipped
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| It’s a pill tipped back, it’s a moon eclipse, whoa
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| And I can tell you that
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| When the lights come on, I’ll be ready for this
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| It’s in your bloodstream
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| A collision of atoms that happens before your eyes
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| It’s a marathon run
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| Or a mountain you scaled without thinking of size
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| I was frightened of
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| Every little thing that I thought was out to get me down
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| To trip me up and laugh at me, but
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| I learned not to want
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| The quiet of a room with no-one around to find me out
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| I want the applause, the approval
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| The things that make me go, «Oh»
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| It’s a switch flipped
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| It’s a pill tipped back, it’s a moon eclipse, whoa
|
| And I can tell you that
|
| When the lights come on, I’ll be ready for this
|
| It’s in your bloodstream
|
| A collision of atoms that happens before your eyes
|
| It’s a marathon run
|
| Or a mountain you scaled without thinking of size
|
| I was frightened of
|
| Every little thing that I thought was out to get me down
|
| To trip me up and laugh at me, but
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| I learned not to want
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| The quiet of a room with no-one around to find me out
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| I want the applause, the approval
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| The things that make me go, «Oh» |