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I know what they think of me |
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I just don't care |
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No one tells me to my face |
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They'd never dare |
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When you come from somewhere else |
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Everything feels strange |
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So much pressure to conform |
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But I don't wanna change... |
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Like a square peg in a round hole |
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I never fit in; |
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But I won't beg, or sell my soul |
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I'm stronger within. |
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There were times when I would try |
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To play along |
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Folks would laugh at me, but never say why |
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I'd got it wrong |
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You can stand up in a crowd with ten thousand people |
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And still be on your own |
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So if faking friends means that I'll be your equal |
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I'd rather be, rather be alone... |
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Like a square peg in a round hole |
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I never fit in; |
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But I won't beg, or sell my soul |
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I'm stronger within. |
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Like a square peg in a round hole |
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I never fit in; |
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But I won't beg, or sell my soul |
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I'm stronger within. |
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And if you ever feel like I feel |
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You would understand |
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Although some days it hurts you inside |
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Just hold on to your pride.... |
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Like a square peg in a round hole |
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I never fit in; |
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But I won't beg, or sell my soul |
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I'm stronger within. |
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Like a square peg in a round hole |
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No, don't ever fit in |
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So you don't beg, or sell your soul |
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Oh, you're stronger within |
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Like a square peg in a round hole |
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No, don't ever fit in |
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So you don't beg, or sell your soul |
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Oh, you're stronger within |
