| Once upon a time not long ago
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| My grandmother told me one day I’d change
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| I felt like she was comin' down on me
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| So I told her no, I’d be the same
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| Not knowin' she was only tryin' to help
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| Motivate me to excel and climb
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| I was thinking she was the one trapped
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| While I was stuck in a cage of my mind
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| Man if I would’ve known what I know now
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| I would’ve brought my head down under the cloud
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| Told her thank you, and that I loved her
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| But I was too cool and too damn proud
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| What a fool I was, in fact
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| I’ve changed so much now lookin' back
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| I wish somebody I thought was cool
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| Was as cool as she was, when she told me that
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| I see you, the real you
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| Tryna' cover up whats inside of you
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| But everything you do is make-believe
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| Yeah you’re hot, but you’re too cool
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| I see you, oh
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| I see you, oh
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| I see you
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| Baby girl don’t know much about
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| What it would take to become a star
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| Hollywood is so far-fetched
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| Too long of a drive in an old car
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| Work everyday, but you barely eat
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| Goin' over lines from a script you read
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| Your boyfriend said it’s a silly dream
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| But how can you dream, when you never sleep
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| You lookin' in the mirror and you’re picturin' a light-show
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| A glimpse in the lens of a camera
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| Behind the scenes of life is a tightrope
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| Yeah you walk a thin line, but a thin line is all you need
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| A thin line in an indy movie
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| Just a break for somebody to see
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| The talent inside, the ballad of a diary you write
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| The by and by is just another day for a normal girl
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| But for you it’s another day that you tried
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| Aside from the fact, that you ride in the back
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| Of a bus sometimes cause your car won’t work
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| Well maybe you should take that bus to L. A
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| And put your dreams first, because…
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| Black and white
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| Everything is black and white, broke-down simple and plain
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| Most of us lost with a curious brain
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| Curiosity is looked at as strange
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| Stuck in a lane, but you can’t complain
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| While you look at another passin' train
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| Wonderin' how, where’s it going?
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| Wishin' you were inside, packed and rollin'
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| To another place but your time is chosen
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| To live low-key cause your dream is stolen
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| They don’t understand, they believe in loathin'
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| Loungin', loafin', waitin', hopin'
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| Homie if the grass is greener, look, the gate is open
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| You waitin' for God to release the ocean
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| Sittin' on the beach, 2 feet from floatin'
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| (But I see you) |