| I am not a stranger to the dark
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| «Hideaway,» they say
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| «'Cause we don’t want your broken parts»
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| I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
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| «Runaway,» they say
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| «No one’ll love you as you are»
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| But I won’t let them break me down to dust
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| I know that there’s a place for us
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| For we are glorious
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| When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
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| I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
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| I am brave, I am bruised
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| I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
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| Look out 'cause here I come
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| And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
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| I’m not scared to be seen
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| I make no apologies, this is me
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Another round of bullets hits my skin
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| Well, fire away 'cause today, I won’t let the shame sink in
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| We are bursting through the barricades
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| And reaching for the sun
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| (We are warriors)
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| Yeah, that’s what we’ve become
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| (Yeah, that’s what we’ve become)
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| I won’t let them break me down to dust
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| I know that there’s a place for us
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| For we are glorious
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| When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
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| I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
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| I am brave, I am bruised
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| I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
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| Look out 'cause here I come
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| And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
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| I’m not scared to be seen
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| I make no apologies, this is me
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
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| This is me
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| (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| And I know that I deserve your love
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| (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| There’s nothing I’m not worthy of
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| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
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| When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
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| I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
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| This is brave, this is bruised
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| This is who I’m meant to be, this is me
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| Look out 'cause here I come
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| (Look out 'cause here I come)
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| And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
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| (Marching on, marching, marching on)
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| I’m not scared to be seen
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| I make no apologies, this is me
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| (Oh-oh-oh-oh) When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
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| I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
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| (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
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| (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
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| This is me |