| What I’m made of is hard to say
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| The impressions and scars, they stay
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| I hated confession so to God I prayed
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| Not to the man in the cloth, no way
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| I was lost, I was lost okay
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| We’re all lost till we find our way
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| We pay the cost till we find that place
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| Find that shelter, find that escape
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| I am made of
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| What you are made of
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| I’m just as fucked up as all of us
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| But oh well
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| I hate self pity so I’ll take the blame
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| I came to the city to stake my claim
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| It was gritty then far from tame
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| I was itty-bitty man, hard was the way
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| We learned, discard all pain
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| We earned and fought our way to where we are
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| Where we are today
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| It wasn’t easy but it’s part of me
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| I am made of
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| What you are made of
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| I’m just as fucked up as all of us
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| But oh well
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| (Bridge)
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| All my flaws, all my scars, some are mine, some are yours
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| My make-up, it’s just like yours
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| You and I we are different from them
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| Can’t break us, we are built to endure
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| But the cost is the loss of innocence
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| Now I wake up
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| To eyes that are so pure
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| So pure, my DNA |