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I've got a stage and a mic |
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Which I use to say things you won't like |
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But I spent years thinking I was alone (Thinking I was alone) |
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Now I know, now I know, that I'm not, that I'm not |
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And I'm sharing that comfort with those |
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Who think that hope is lost |
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Oh and I'm so proud of where I am |
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I'm learning where the standard to tread lightly |
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So hold back |
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Steadfast you've gotta breathe |
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And be content, just count to ten |
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Like all the experts say and hear |
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The drugs don't seem to work |
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And they've got a padded room for you |
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To get your just desserts. |
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If I could chose my own name |
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I'd chose something that's bold and fits |
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Like anger, aggression, or cunningly brash |
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By the skin of my teeth but with timing and class |
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Oh woe is me (Oh woe is me) |
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Oh woe were us (Oh woe were us) |
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But not anymore we stand up for ourselves |
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We're like captains at war, we'll get followed to hell |
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Oh and I'm so proud of where I am |
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I'm learning where the standard to tread lightly |
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So hold back |
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steadfast you gotta breathe |
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And be content, just count to ten |
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Like all the experts say and hear |
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The drugs don't seem to work |
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And they've got a padded room for you |
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To get your just desserts. |
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I and I we're taking control of our lives |
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I and I we're taking control of our lives |
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I and I we're taking control of our lives |
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Everything's alright |
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I and I we're taking control of our lives |
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I and I we're taking control of our lives |
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I and I we're taking control of our lives |
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Everything's alright |
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So (So) hold back |
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Steadfast you've gotta breathe |
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And be content, just count to ten |
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Like all the experts say and hear |
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The drugs don't seem to work |
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And they've got a padded room for you |
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To get your just desserts. |