lately i've been glaring into mirrors
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picking myself apart
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you'd think at my age
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i'd of thought of something better to do
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then make insecurity into a full time job
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make insecurity into an art
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(yea and i) fear my life will be over
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(and i) will have never lived it unfeathered
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always glaring into mirrors
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mad i don't look better
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now here's 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
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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 begining 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
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have power enough
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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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lately i've been glaring into mirrors
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picking myself apart
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Present/Infant (live)
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| Ani DiFranco |
