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[Intro - Jack Patterson:] |
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In the quiet of my room |
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I gather up my thoughts and questions |
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Could I ever be like you? |
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Could I ever be a person, so real and so true? |
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It seems implausible |
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I look at my reflection |
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If only I could say |
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The things I never mention |
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The things you never knew |
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[Chorus - Jack Patterson:] |
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And I'd like to thank you for the human I've become |
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I'm sorry if I've let you down |
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I'm trying, I'm learning as I stumble along |
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To see this new world without your eyes |
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[Verse 1 - Lizzo:] |
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Once upon a time there was a girl who so much loved the world |
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She have her only begotten sunshine |
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And dried her stained eyes on a neck tie |
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Took the best lies made 'em truths |
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And spit sad soliloquies in the booth |
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Cause people think they know but they barely knew |
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The reality of what the other-siders do |
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But I've been there, I've learnt that |
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Seen a whole bunch of world and done came back |
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Got a reckoning for wrecking in my knapsack |
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'Bout to journey on foot through the outback |
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GRRRL PRTY is the label on my snapback |
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Doin' worldwide shows in a black hat |
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'Bout to tell your ass a story so take that |
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Free prophecies from a black cat |
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[Verse 2 - Lizzo:] |
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Seen his demise with a pair of brand new eyes |
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It was sickening, guy |
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Never wanted to be stickin' it to thickening thighs |
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But now he deeper than the secrets that he keep with a lie |
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"Mm, tastes good!" baby say with a cry |
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Now wait... |
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Thinkin' about it too much, too much |
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Deepen the profit sooner, sooner |
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He never wanted to be a loser |
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But the bruises of losing is oozing through his fingers |
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The tips that like to brush at my hips |
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Is now at the hilt of a sword, Lord |
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On the battlefield, torn, sworn |
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To never think about another lover |
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Hopin' he had time to recover but nothing's ever easy |
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Beware the sting of queen bee (grr!) |
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[Chorus - Jack Patterson] |
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[Verse 3 - Lizzo:] |
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So many things in he I would like to be |
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Wiser, more light on my feet |
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I could look up in the mirror and change me |
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Or right over my shoulder and save me |
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Thinkin' about back, back when, when I ain't have nothing |
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Not a thing or a ring to my name |
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Now my feet in the game, knee deep, don't speak |
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Feelin' like Gwen Stefani in this thing |
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But I can't complain cause we asked for this |
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Feelin' like a workaholic or a masochist |
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Don't call like I should like its sacrilege |
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To make a dollar in a dream into packed venues |
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Take a second, put your shield down |
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Laying down my sword, getting off the battlefield now |
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Makin' bigger moves, bigger pictures in my view now |
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Get up out of my way I've got ammo for days, pow! |
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[Bridge - Lizzo:] |
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I can feel the weight of wars you've lost |
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They're victories in my eyes |
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Every swing you take brings me closer and closer |
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Open the gates and I'm poised to charge |
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You told me we'd never get this far |
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Now we at the final round |
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There's no way we'll escape battle scars |
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Battle scars |
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[Chorus - Jack Patterson] |