At twenty years of age
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I'm still looking for a dream
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A war's already waged
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For my destiny
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But you've already won the battle
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And you've got great plans for me
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Though I can't always see
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'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
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Got a couple rips in my jeans
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Try to fit the pieces together
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But perfection is my enemy
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On my own I'm so clumsy
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But on your shoulders I can see
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I'm free to be me
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When I was just a girl
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I thought I had it figured out
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My life would turn out right
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And I'd make it here somehow
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But things don't always come that easy
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And sometimes I would doubt
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'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
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Got a couple rips in my jeans
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Try to fit the pieces together
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But perfection is my enemy
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On my own I'm so clumsy
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But on your shoulders I can see
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I'm free to be me
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And you're free to be you
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Sometimes I believe
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That I can do anything
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Yet other times I think
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I've got nothing good to bring
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But you look at my heart and you tell me
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That I've got all you seek
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And it's easy to believe
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Even though
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'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
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Got a couple rips in my jeans
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Try to fit the pieces together
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But perfection is my enemy
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On my own I'm so clumsy
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But on your shoulders I can see
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I'm free to be me
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Free To Be Me
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Francesca Battistelli |