| Excuse the mess, I didn’t see you from behind
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| I caught a glimpse, but the reflection’s only mine
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| It’s almost like I’m paralyzed, and locked outside myself
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| What I don’t need is to concede, because I won’t be someone else
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| I am not perfect
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| I don’t claim to be
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| If that’s what you wanted
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| Well then I’m so sorry
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| How about a better version that, makes me understand
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| The way I look, the way I speak, how about a better version of me
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| Excuse the wall, I put it up from time to time
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| A silver shade, and the design is all mine
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| It’s just a maze that everyday, I seem to be stuck in
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| It never seems to fade away, but I pray for the day it ends
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| I am not perfect
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| I don’t claim to be
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| If that’s what you wanted
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| Well then I’m so sorry
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| How about a better version that, makes me understand
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| The way I look, the way I speak, how about a better version of me
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| Show me my vital signs until I’m realigned
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| Show me my vital signs until I’m realigned
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| Show me my vital signs until I’m realigned
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| Show me my vital signs until I’m realigned
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| How about a better version of me
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| How about a better version of me
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| How about a better version of me
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| How about a better version…
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| How about a better version that, makes me understand
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| The way I look, the way I speak, how about a better version of me
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| How about a better version that, makes me understand
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| How about a better version of, the way that I am
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| The way I look, the way I speak, how about a better version |