| Foolish heart looks like we’re here again
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| Same old game of plastic smile
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| Don’t let anybody in
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| Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
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| How much will they take before I’m empty
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| Do I let it show, does anybody know?
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| But you see the real me
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| Hiding in my skin, broken from within
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| Unveil me completely
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| I’m loosening my grasp
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| There’s no need to mask my frailty
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| Oh, cause you see the real me
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| Painted on, life is behind a mask
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| Self-inflicted circus clown
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| I’m tired of the song and dance
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| Living a charade, always on parade
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| What a mess I’ve made of my existence
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| But you love me even now
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| And still I see somehow
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| But you see the real me
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| Hiding in my skin, broken from within
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| Unveil me completely
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| I’m loosening my grasp
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| There’s no need to mask my frailty
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| Oh, cause you see the real me
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| Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
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| When you look at me
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| You’re turning the tattered fabric of my life into
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| A perfect tapestry
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| I just wanna be me
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| But you see the real me
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| Hiding in my skin, broken from within
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| Unveil me completely
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| I’m loosening my grasp
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| There’s no need to mask my frailty
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| Oh, cause you see the real me
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| And you love me just as I am
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| Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
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| When you look at me |