(V1)
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I used to be so scared of going to Manners Mall
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Of walking past those staring eyes that made me feel so small
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Creeping up and down trying to find a fault to see
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So they could lock me up inside and throw away the key
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(V2)
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I’ve tried being someone else just so I could belong
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I’ve lived my life in fear of putting one foot wrong
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Although your words may hurt me it’s time for me to go
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I’m trying to be myself now
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And I think that you should know that…
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(CH)
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I can go into town by myself if I want to
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Look around at the world with my own eyes
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I don’t have to be afraid
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Why do we try to be the same competing with each other
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All dressed up in brown cords and pyjamas
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Pretending to be cool
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(V3)
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I watched the world go by through the window of my mind
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But how I saw myself made friends hard to find
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I wasn’t sure you liked me although I think you tried
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I wanted you to like me, to fill the hole inside
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(V4)
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Accepting who I am did not come from being the best
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Or earning popularity by passing all your tests
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The thing that helped me most
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Was when the realisation came
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That there is a God who love’s me
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Who knows me by my name
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Town
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| The Lads |
