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(Guillory, LaBrie) |
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Sit with me in the corner |
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Where the lights are low |
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Maybe you can make it right |
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Maybe you can make it right |
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With all the lights still covered |
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There's something too familiar |
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A little much to hang onto |
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A little much to hang onto |
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What I believed in no longer matters |
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Won't try and hold onto who I once was |
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Why should it matter |
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What I prefer |
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But society slams me |
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Thinks I'm less of a man |
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Now I know I'm wanting |
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To go back to you |
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And I don't quite understand |
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And I don't quite understand |
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Can't deny these feelings |
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That are coming through |
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Is this who I really am |
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Is this who I really am |
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I never imagined this that I'm feeling |
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I finally have something I believe in |
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It shouldn't matter |
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This is who I am |
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But society slams me |
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Calls me less of a man |
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I've finally something to believe in |
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I never imagined what I was feeling |
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It shouldn't matter |
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You don't feel the same |
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But so quick to judge and |
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You don't understand |
