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All my trials and tribulations |
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Have led me to one realization |
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That no matter where I've been |
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I'm still stuck inside my skin |
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And I'm not trying to be something I'm not |
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Letting their thoughts get in |
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Cause I won't end up twisted and insane |
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All those fears and reservations |
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Ended up as amputations |
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Cause no matter where I've been |
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I'm still stuck inside my skin |
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And I'm not trying to be something I'm not |
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Letting their thoughts get in |
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Cause I won't end up twisted and insane |
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And I'm not trying to be something I'm not |
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Letting their thoughts get in |
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Cause I won't end up twisted and insane |
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And all my insecurities |
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And my anxieties |
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Tore out my insides |
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And it took a while to find |
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That I don't really mind |
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Life on the outside |
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So take up your aim |
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And raise your rifles |
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Fire Away! |
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Cause I don't really care at all |
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And I'm not trying to be something I'm not |
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Letting their thoughts get in |
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Cause I won't end up twisted and insane |
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And I'm not trying to be something I'm not |
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Letting their thoughts get in |
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Cause I won't end up twisted and insane |
