| i am not the person who is singing
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| i am the silent one inside
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| i am not the one who laughs at people’s jokes
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| i just pacify their egos
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| i am not my house or my car or my songs
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| they are only just stops along my way
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| i am like winter
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| i’m a dark cold female
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| with a golden ring of wisdom in my cave
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| and it is me who is my enemy
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| me who beats me up me who makes the monsters
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| me who strips my confidence
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| i am carrying my voice
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| i am carrying my heart
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| i am carrying my rhythm
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| i am carrying my prayers
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| but you can’t kill my spirit
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| it’s soaring and it’s strong
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| like a mountain
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| i go on and on but when my wings are folded
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| the brightly colored moth
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| blends into the dirt into the ground
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| and it’s me who’s too weak
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| and it’s me who’s too shy
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| to ask for the thing i love
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| and it’s me who’s too weak
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| and it’s me who’s too shy
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| to ask for the thing i love
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| that i love (6 times)
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| i am walking on the bridge
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| i am over the water
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| and i’m scared as hell
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| but i know there’s something better
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| yes i know there’s something
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| yes i know, i know, yes i know
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| that i love (5 times overlapping chorus)
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| but it’s me and it’s me but it’s me (4 times) |