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I am not the person who is singing |
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I am the silent one inside |
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I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes |
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I just pacify their egos |
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I am not my house, my car or my songs |
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They are only stops along my way |
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I am like the winter, I'm a dark cold female |
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With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave |
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And it's me who is my enemy |
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Me who beats me up |
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Me who makes the monsters |
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Me who strips my confidence |
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I am carrying my voice |
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I am carrying my heart |
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I am carrying my rhythm |
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I am carrying my prayers |
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That you can't kill my spirit, it's old and it is strong |
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And like a mountain I'll go on and on |
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But when my wings are folded |
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The brightly colored moth blends into the dirt into the ground |
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And it's me who is my enemy |
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Me who beats me up |
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Me who makes the monsters |
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Me who strips my confidence |
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And it's me who's too weak |
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And it's me who's too shy |
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To ask for the thing I love |
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And it's me who's too weak |
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And it's me who's too shy |
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To ask for the thing I love |
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But I love, but I love, but I love |
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But I love, but I love, but I love |
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I am walking on the bridge |
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I am over the water and I'm scared as hell |
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But I know there's something better |
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Yes, I know there's something better |
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Yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know |
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And it's me who is my enemy |
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Me who beats me up |
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Me who makes the monsters |
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Me who strips my confidence |
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And it's me who is my enemy |
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Me who beats me up |
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Me who makes the monsters |
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Me who strips my confidence |
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But it's me and it's me |
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But it's me, but it's me |
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But it's me, but it's me |
