Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart
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You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do
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Than making insecurity into a full time job
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Making insecurity into an art
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And I fear my life will be over
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And I will have never lived in unfettered
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Always glaring into mirrors
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Mad, I don't look better
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But now here is this tiny baby
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And they say she looks just like me
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And she is smiling at me with that present infant glee
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Yes, and I would defend to the ends of the earth
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Her perfect right to be, be, be, be
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So I'm beginning to see some problems
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With the ongoing work of my mind
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And I've got myself a new mantra
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It says don't forget to have a good time
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Don't let the sellers of stuff power enough to rob you of your grace
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Love is all over the place
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There's nothing wrong with your face
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Love is all over the place
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There's nothing wrong with your face
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Present/Infant
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Ani DiFranco |