| Is it possible to let somebody who’s never lived in your skin
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| Tell you how to live, how to feel, how to be yourself
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| Is it possible to let somebody who’s never walked in your shoes
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| Tell you how you to embrace yourself, live your numbered days
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| Oh the truth is that they will never, never give you breath
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| Oh the truth is that they will never, never give you breath
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| So wrap your arms around yourself and be ok
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| Is it possible to run away from every need to compare
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| By raising others up, while pulling ourselves down
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| Is it possible to finally accept what you are
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| Who you are, and the grace and curse we’re meant to bear
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| Oh but the truth is that they will never give you breath
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| So wrap your arms around yourself and be ok
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| What if you don’t look a certain way
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| And what if your skin is a shade too different
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| What if your body curves in all kinds of ways
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| Tell me who holds the truth about who you are?
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| Oh the truth is that they will never give you breath
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| So wrap your arms around yourself and be ok |