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It was the morning after the month before |
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And I'm looking like a nose with eyes |
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Take a trip or letter to make me feel better |
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'Cos I know my mirror never lies |
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Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can |
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And the hand that holds the whip is not your own |
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Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old |
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Is it me that's feeling insecure? |
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Hiding in the darkness, where they can't see your eyes |
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In a naked city cinema |
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Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen |
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And nobody gives a damn who you are |
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You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring |
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And you wonder if you're on the turn |
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And again you get hurt, when they're dishing the dirt |
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Is it me that's feeling insecure? |
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I haven't got time to worry about the future |
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When I'm busy covering up my past |
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Start to consider a tuck behind the ears |
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When I wonder if my looks will last |
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I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair |
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But come up fighting like the best |
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And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war |
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But then again I'm different than the rest |
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I'm not the hardest person in the world |
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But like the song says, "I will survive" |
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And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck |
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But at least I feel that I'm alive |
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So I'll spit in your face and push you over the place |
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If I'm ever feeling so unsure |
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And you can really go to hell, if you give me the soft sell |
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It's not me that's feeling insecure |
