The center of his mask popped out and revealed who he is
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It only complicates his mess, his mess
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He traveled by bus today, just to face the passengers
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And stand and say, I only try to be my best, my best
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Please follow me, with your mirror in hand
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Be who you are, and think out loud
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I am very proud be who you are
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The center of his mask now lies in a bucket made for trash
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It only complicates his mess, his mess
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He walked the aisle again
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Looked at the driver and smiled again
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I only try be my best, my best
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Please follow me, with your mirror in hand
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Be who you are, and think out loud
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I am very proud
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Be who you are
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Be who you are
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The bus driver winked and said
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They call me blind, but my name is fred
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It only complicates his mess, his mess
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He said Fred dont you cry
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For I will drive this bus with my eyes
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Until this mask is off your chest, your chest
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Please follow me, with your mirror in hand
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Be who you are, and think out loud
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I am very proud
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Be who you are
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Be who you are
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Be who you are
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Be who you are
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Fred's Bus
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| Jettingham |
