Well it's beautiful how we are
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So comfortable, yet we've come so far
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But it's funny what it brings
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So much love and so much trouble, some things
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Oh when I turn bad and hard to recognize
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Although things are said
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Oh they make you cry
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I hate what I'm goin' through
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And all the things it makes me do
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I hate what I'm goin' through
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But most of all I hate what I can do to you
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I don't show it on the outside
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But I'm prouder than I should be tonight
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And you know that something's wrong
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Cause I act like I'm the only one
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Oh when I turn bad and hard to recognize
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Oh those little things
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I wish I kept inside
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I hate what I'm goin' through
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And all the things it makes me do
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I hate what I'm goin' through
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But most of all I hate what I can do to you
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It breaks me up to see you down
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Still trying to make me better
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This other side of me
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And oh it's so not fair
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When you ain't got nothin' to do with it
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I hate what I'm goin' through
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And all the things it makes me do
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I hate what I'm goin' through
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But most of all I hate what I can do to you
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Oh it's beautiful how we are
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So comfortable, yet we've come so far
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What I Can Do
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Lucy Woodward |