| As the sun comes up, as the moon goes down
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| These heavy notions creep around
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| It makes me think, long ago
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| I was brought into this life a little lamb
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| A little lamb
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| Courageous, stumbling
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| Fearless was my middle name
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| But somewhere there I lost my way
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| Everyone walks the same
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| Expecting me to step
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| The narrow path they’ve laid
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| They claim to
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| Walk unafraid
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| I’ll be clumsy instead
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| Hold my love me or leave me high
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| Say «keep within the boundaries if you want to play.»
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| Say «contradiction only makes it harder.»
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| How can I be
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| What I want to be?
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| When all I want to do is strip away
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| These stilled constraints
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| And crush this charade
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| Shred this sad masquerade
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| I don’t need no persuading
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| I’ll trip, fall, pick myself up and
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| Walk unafraid
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| I’ll be clumsy instead
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| Hold my love me or leave me high
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| If I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go
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| I just want to hold my head up high
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| I don’t care what I have to step over
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| I’m prepared to look you in the eye
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| Look me in the eye
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| And if you see familiarity
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| Then celebrate the contradiction
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| Help me when I fall to
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| Walk unafraid
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| I’ll be clumsy instead
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| Hold my love me or leave me high
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| Walk unafraid
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| I’ll be clumsy instead
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| Hold my love me or leave me high |