| This face is all i have, worn and lived in
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| And lines below my eyes are like old friends
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| And this old hearts' been beaten up
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| And my ragged soul has had things rough
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| And this face is all i have, worn and lived in
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| The fairest they can fall bored in believing
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| Something to achieve, this peaceful feeling
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| After all these tears are only true
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| And your silver spoons can’t dig up my roots
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| And this face is all i have, worn and lived in
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| Worn and lived in
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| Through the tides of time
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| Worn and lived in
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| This face of mine
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| And i kept believing the reflection on the wall
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| Who needs to be the fairest of them all
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| I never looked like you, cool and streamlined
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| I have this honesty that grows with time
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| And when cracks appear they suit me fine
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| Like a good old dog you won’t hear me whine
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| And this face is all i have, worn and lived in
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| Sins and lies, they take the place of truth and answers
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| You can trade a glance and call it second sight
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| You can’t buy sympathetic mirrors
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| And honesty is an answer you can’t find
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| And i kept believing the reflection on the wall
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| Who needs to be the fairest of them all |