| 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!"
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| Trippin', yeah I guess she had a point, didn't she?
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| A 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 pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
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| For those that like the same sex 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 pre-disposition
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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, even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| And I can't change, even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| My love, my love, 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've become so numb to what we're sayin'
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| Our 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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| And I can't change, even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| My love, my love, 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: progress, march on!
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| With a veil over our eyes, 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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| Kids are walking 'round the hallway
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| Plagued by a 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's gonna change us, we have to change us
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| Whatever god you believe in, we come from the same one
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| Strip away the fear, underneath it's all the same love
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| About time that we raised up!
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| And I can't change, even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| And I can't change, even if I tried
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| Even if I wanted to
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| My love, my love, 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 (not crying on Sundays)
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| Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
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| Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
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| Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
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| Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
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| Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
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| Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
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| Love is patient
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| Love is kind |