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Riding down the streets of envy, |
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Looking for some recognition. |
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That would make me really happy: |
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If they desired my position. |
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Prom-time princess, beauty queen; |
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See all the admiring faces. |
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Chasing after blind ambition, |
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They don't see the King of Heaven's graces. |
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'Cause what I want is you; |
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What I need is truth. |
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Will someone tell me that for a change? |
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Nothing ever holds in a world lukewarm, |
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So come and fill the empty space inside of me. |
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Wish upon a falling star |
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And dream of your perfection. |
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It fades away held up against your failures |
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And dying self-opinion. |
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Beauty's on the late night TV, |
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Showing off the next big thing. |
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Turn it off ... I'm lost. |
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I forgot who I was. |
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Jesus, won't you tell me I'm worth something? |
