| I’ve got a stage and a mic
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| Which I use to say things you won’t like
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| But I spent years thinking I was alone
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| Now I know, now I know that I’m not, that I’m not
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| And I’m sharing that comfort with those
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| Who think that hope is lost
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| Oh, I’m so proud of where I am
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| I’m learning where to stand or to tread lightly
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| So hold back
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| Steadfast you’ve got to breathe
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| And be content
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| Just count to ten like all the experts say and
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| If the drugs don’t seem to work
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| Then they’ve got a padded room for you to get your just deserts
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| If I could choose my own name
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| I’d choose something that’s bold and fits
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| Like anger, aggression, or cunningly brash
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| By the skin of my teeth
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| But with timing and class
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| Oh, woe is me
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| Oh, woe are us
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| Not anymore, we stand up for ourselves
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| We’re like captains at war
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| Who’ll get followed to Hell
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| Oh, and I’m so proud of where I am
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| I’m learning where to stand or to tread lightly
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| So hold back
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| Steadfast you’ve got to breathe
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| And be content
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| Just count to ten like all the experts say and
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| If the drugs don’t seem to work
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| Then they’ve got a padded room for you to get your just deserts
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| I and I, we’re taking control of our lives
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| I and I, we’re taking control of our lives
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| I and I, we’re taking control of our lives
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| Everything’s alright
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| I and I, we’re taking control of our lives
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| I and I, we’re taking control of our lives
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| I and I, we’re taking control of our lives
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| Everything’s alright
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| So hold back
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| Steadfast you’ve got to breathe
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| And be content
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| Just count to ten like all the experts say and
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| If the drugs don’t seem to work
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| Then they’ve got a padded room for you to get your just deserts |