| Well it’s beautiful how we are
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| So comfortable, yet we’ve come so far
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| But it’s funny what it brings
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| So much love and so much trouble, some things
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| Oh when I turn bad and hard to recognize
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| Although things are said
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| Oh they make you cry
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| I hate what I’m goin' through
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| And all the things it makes me do
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| I hate what I’m goin' through
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| But most of all I hate what I can do to you
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| I don’t show it on the outside
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| But I’m prouder than I should be tonight
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| And you know that something’s wrong
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| Cause I act like I’m the only one
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| Oh when I turn bad and hard to recognize
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| Oh those little things
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| I wish I kept inside
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| I hate what I’m goin' through
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| And all the things it makes me do
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| I hate what I’m goin' through
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| But most of all I hate what I can do to you
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| It breaks me up to see you down
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| Still trying to make me better
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| This other side of me
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| And oh it’s so not fair
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| When you ain’t got nothin' to do with it
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| I hate what I’m goin' through
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| And all the things it makes me do
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| I hate what I’m goin' through
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| But most of all I hate what I can do to you
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| Oh it’s beautiful how we are
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| So comfortable, yet we’ve come so far |