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I And II've got a stage and a micWhich I use to say things you won't like But I spent here thinking I was alone (I was alone) Now I know, now I know, that I'm not, that I'm not And I'm sharing that comfort with all Who think that hope is lost Oooh and I'm so proud of where I am I'm learning where the standard to trend lightly So hold back Step back you gotta breath And be content, just count to ten Like all the experts say And air, the drums don't seem to work And they've got a patting room for you To get your judge reserved If I could chose my own name I'd chose something thats bold and fits Like anger, aggression, or cunningly brash By the skin of my teeth but with timing collapse Oh woah it's me (Oh woah it's me) Oh waoh were off (Oh waoh were off) Not anymore we stand up for ourselves Were like captains of war, we'll get followed to hell Oooh and I'm so proud of where I am I'm learning where the standard to trend lightly So hold back Step back you gotta breath And be content, just count to ten Like all the experts say And air, the drums don't seem to work And they've got a patting room for you To get your judge reserved I am not worth taking control of our lives I am not worth taking control of our lives I am not worth taking control of our lives Everything’s alright I am not worth taking control of our lives I am not worth taking control of our lives I am not worth taking control of our lives Everything’s alright So (So) hold back Step back you gotta breath And be content, just count to ten Like all the experts say And air, the drums don't seem to work (seem to work) And they've got a patting room for you To get your judge reserved |