| I was cold, I was lonely
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| No one thought to even phone me
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| Look at me now, I’m a fighter
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| I’m a strong bitch, baby, I’m designer
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| I’m tryin' to shine a light on, light on, light on
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| Anybody sittin' in the dark and cryin'
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| Fix your make-up or your hair, pull up a seat over here
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| Gotta do what you do to get by, yeah
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| Back up, back up, we’re in trouble again
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| Hitman’s out and it’s on my head
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| Back up, back up, I’ma do it my way
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| Live to see another day
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| So call me a saint, a slave to my brain
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| Yeah, I got kicked out but I can’t escape it
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| Safe to say I’ve seen better days
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| But I’m not afraid anymore
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| I grew up, I’m a big girl
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| Stopped giving time to people that make me hurt
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| Sometimes when I cry, it makes me better
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| My tears are wetter now that I accept them
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| I’m tryin' to shine a light on, light on, light on
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| Don’t hit the flight button, you’ll just get a fight on
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| Now put your fingers in the air screamin', «Fuck 'em, I don’t care»
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| Gotta do what you do to get by, yeah
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| So call me a saint, a slave to my brain
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| Yeah, I got kicked out but I can’t escape it
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| Safe to say I’ve seen better days
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| But I’m not afraid anymore
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| I’m not lookin' to be saved
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| Just picked out an early grave to bury shit
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| Not me
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| Just the weight that I’ve been carryin'
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| You would think you married into savage ways
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| And arrogance, pathetic
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| Not me
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| I’m making my exit outta here
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| Out of here
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| Out of here
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| Out of here
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| I’m out
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| So call me a saint, a slave to my brain
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| Yeah, I got kicked out but I can’t escape it
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| Safe to say I’ve seen better days
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| I’m not afraid anymore |