| When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay
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| 'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight
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| I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
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| When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay
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| 'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight
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| I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
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| She’s like «Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k, trippin'.»
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| Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
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| Bunch of stereotypes all in my head
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| I remember doing the math like, «Yeah, I’m good at little league.»
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| A preconceived idea of what it all meant
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| For those that liked the same sex
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| Had the characteristics
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| The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
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| And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
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| Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
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| Playing God, aw nah here we go
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| America the brave still fears what we don’t know
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| And «God loves all his children» is somehow forgotten
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| But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
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| I don’t know
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| And I can’t change
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| Even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| My love
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| My love
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| My love
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
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| Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
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| «Man, that’s gay» gets dropped on the daily
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| We become so numb to what we’re saying
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| A culture founded from oppression
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| Yet we don’t have acceptance for 'em
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| Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
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| A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
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| Gay is synonymous with the lesser
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| It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
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| Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
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| The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
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| It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
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| Live on and be yourself
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| When I was at church they taught me something else
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| If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
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| That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
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| When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
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| Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
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| I might not be the same, but that’s not important
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| No freedom 'til we’re equal, damn right I support it
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| (I don’t know)
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| And I can’t change
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| Even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| My love
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| My love
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| My love
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| We press play, don’t press pause
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| Progress, march on
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| With the veil over our eyes
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| We turn our back on the cause
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| 'Til the day that my uncles can be united by law
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| When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
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| A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
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| And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
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| But it’s a damn good place to start
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| No law is gonna change us
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| We have to change us
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| Whatever God you believe in
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| We come from the same one
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| Strip away the fear
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| Underneath it’s all the same love
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| About time that we raised up… sex
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| And I can’t change
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| Even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| My love
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| My love
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| My love
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| She keeps me warm
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| Love is patient
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| Love is kind
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| Love is patient
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| Love is kind |