| They told me as a child:
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| "Where are you going that you can't?"
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| And here I keep fighting
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| With the usual indecision
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| they taught me to grow up
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| At the foot of defeat
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| Those same ones that don't grow
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| And they run away like idiots
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| I was hiding from myself
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| He was looking for me among the fears
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| they found me long before
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| to find myself first
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| It still comes out so suddenly
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| shipwreck alarms
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| And I get to defend myself
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| For the fear of so much damage
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| creeper friends
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| pose artist
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| Give you your ears
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| It's part of your game
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| And I'm tired of the lights
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| Of the people, of lies
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| Of your words, I get bored
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| Of the cool trashy
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| And if you're going to go worthy
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| Comb yourself but inside
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| Make yourself handsome for yourself
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| Don't fool yourself if it's not true
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| There is a ship adrift
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| In the doubts that assail me
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| I will follow your journey
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| chanting the words
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| And love me like I love you
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| I mean, more than myself
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| but love yourself first
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| And the idyll will be strong
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| Don't look for me on the moon
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| Not even in infinite space
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| That flying low to the ground
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| you'll find me right here
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| And just to be clear
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| In case some don't understand
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| scholars and connoisseurs
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| That my accent is my DNA
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| that is not a flag
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| What is a lullaby
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| that my mother sang to me
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| under the moonlight
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| If I look up
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| I know I'm going to see her
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| so ready to battle
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| I don't need a star
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| let me light the way
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| Nor to guide each step
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| the only thing i need
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| is this desperate love
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| I am one of those who never believe
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| Of those who bet on others
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| sometimes it's hard for me to see myself
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| I close my own lock
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| learning with more hunger
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| Of achievements and failures
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| I still see the boy
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| Through the puddles reflected
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| And love me like I love you
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| I mean, more than myself
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| but love yourself first
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| And the idyll will be strong
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| Don't look for me on the moon
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| Not even in infinite space
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| That flying low to the ground
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| you'll find me right here
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| And just to be clear
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| In case some don't understand
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| scholars and connoisseurs
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| That my accent is my DNA
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| that is not a flag
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| What is a lullaby
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| that my mother sang to me
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| under the moonlight
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| And love me like I love you
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| I mean, more than myself
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| but love yourself first
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| And the idyll will be strong
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| Don't look for me on the moon
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| Not even in infinite space
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| That flying low to the ground
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| you'll find me right here
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| But when I find space
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| In the rubble I rise
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| Even if I lose I always win
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| never give me up
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| how many times have they tried
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| That I sold my principles
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| Luckily they couldn't
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| rip me out of my place
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| And just to be clear
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| In case some don't understand
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| scholars and connoisseurs
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| That my accent is my DNA
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| that is not a flag
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| What is a lullaby
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| that my mother sang to me
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| Under the light of the moon
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| They told me when I was little
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| Where are you going that you can't |