| You want to touch it, don’t you?
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| Try to run your fingers through
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| Like the weight of your hand
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| Could ever make you understand
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| What it feels like to be
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| A different just like me
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| You know the weight of your hand
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| Could never make you understand
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| The things I’d do to try to fit right in
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| I’m tired of trying to justify my skin
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| I used to think
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| What God gave me wasn’t fair
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| I’d braid it all
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| Just to hide the curls up there
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| I found my freedom
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| When I learned not to care
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| Now I’m not scared
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| To love who I am
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| I love my hair
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| If I could go back to twelve
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| I would tell myself
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| That straight up or down
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| Baby, that’s your crown
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| Whoever made up those rules
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| They don’t apply to you
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| A straight up or down
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| I turn the world around
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| I used to think
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| What God gave me wasn’t fair
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| I’d braid it all
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| Just to hide the curls up there
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| I found my freedom
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| When I learned not to care
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| Now I’m not scared
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| To love who I am
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| I love my hair
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| (I love my, I love my, I love my hair)
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| (I love my, I love my, I love my hair)
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| The things I did to try to fit right in
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| I’ll never justify my skin again
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| I used to think
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| What God gave me wasn’t fair
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| I’d braid it all
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| Just to hide the curls up there
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| But I found my freedom
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| When I learned not to care
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| Now I’m not scared
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| To love who I am
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| I love my hair |