I take pride in everything
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All the pieces that make me who I am
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Even the darker parts of myself that came from you
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The talent I was never blessed with
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And yet, the strength to still draw grand dreams boldly
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The crowd's footsteps tearing through my efforts.
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How many times did I turn to the darkness called you for help?
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I told myself "Being one of a kind is enough,"
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But behind the blindfold I forced myself to wear,
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I stayed wide awake - I've grown tired of seeing that version of me.
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"If we're being realistic and objective,
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There's just no hope - I'll never be number one."
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Yeah, I know... I know, but still -
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Something in me refuses to accept that.
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Ah, why did I have to be born
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With such inconvenient, incompatible strengths?
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We carry this thing called identity,
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And with it, we cried, we laughed,
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We gave everything to what we love,
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And again and again, we cried, we laughed
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At a completely chaotic pace.
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(Not because it made me happy...
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I just didn't want to let go.
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I just wanted somewhere to belong.)
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The future is still hard.
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Seriously, what is this?
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In the times I lost, lost, and lost again,
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The stories from the past slow me down -
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Gifts from my former self and from you - the worst kind of present.
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My calculating and passive sides
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Act like band-aids protecting me, too scared to ever peel them off.
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Yeah, I know... I know, but still
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But still, my pride, untouched and brand new, sits there, soaked and itching.
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Ah, both are me - both are you -
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Both are honest, and that's what makes it so hard.
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"The world is just too big."
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"Geniuses are on another level."
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"Whatever, as long as you're having fun."
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Even so, there were days I still felt I lost to you.
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Well, yeah, I guess it makes sense
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Unshakable beliefs or convictions... that's just not like me.
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But the me right now - I've already reached my limit.
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I won't just obey your every word.
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Because I still - (because I still)
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Don't want to lose to anyone. (don't want to lose!)
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So please, this burning passion - (burning passion)
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We carry this thing called identity,
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And with it, we cried, we laughed,
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We gave everything to what we love,
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And still, we'll keep crying, we'll keep laughing
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Once we're at the starting line, it's time for a real fight.
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We carry this thing called identity,
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And through it all - joy and sorrow,
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Uncertainty and hope, despair and glory
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They all belong to you and me.
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We carry this thing called identity,
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And ah - until our final breath, we'll cry and laugh and say,
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Ah, I am so glad I am alive
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