I feel your eyes crawling over me
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As though I am something more than me
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But I don't have anything good enough to say
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I did not make myself this way
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I'll show you what he did
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But I won't take the credit
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It's not mine anyway
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I just held the pen that day
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And I don't deserve this
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This time right now
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It's not something for which I can take the bow
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And I don't deserve this
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It wasn't me
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I can't take glory for something that I can't be
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I don't deserve this
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I know what perfection is like
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And I cannot stand before its might
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And I'm so far from what you think that I must be
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I just drown myself in mercy
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I'll show you what he did
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But I won't take the credit
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It's not mine anyway
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I just held the pen that day
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And I don't deserve this
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This time right now
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It's not something for which I can take the bow
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And I don't deserve this
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It wasn't me
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I can't take glory for something that I can't create
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I don't deserve this
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This time right now
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It's not something for which I can take the bow
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And I don't deserve this
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And all the art that I supposedly create
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Is simply a faded reflection of something he's already made
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And I don't deserve this
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This time right now
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It's not something for which I can take the bow
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And I don't deserve this
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It wasn't me
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I can't take glory for something that I can't create
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I don't deserve this
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