Hey Pop, was this all in your plan
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to make me walk around in fear
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of my fellow man?
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and you said
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"don't let your confidence waiver
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'cause there is plenty of bad blood out there,"
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and now i know.
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Come hell or high water
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i'd show the faithless that i was more than just my mini-skirt
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and you said that I could be the one
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to be a mover and make a difference
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but it's so hard.
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And i always wanted something but...
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to be quite honest i am not so sure of this
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And sometimes my fear
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outweighs your advice
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this privilege
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to be all that i could be
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weighed down with expectations
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complicated me
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hey, pop, it's me
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your good little egg
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on the verge of utter panic...
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why, oh why, dad?
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they'll see i'm just one of the guys
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if i keep my gameface
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for the rest of the show
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the world around me
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crumbling at my feet
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Well, to be quite honest
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it's a part of this game we play every day
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To Be Quite Honest
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| Cruiserweight |
