| I used to be a yes girl, yes girl
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| Dress me up in white, I’ll sign the papers
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| I used to be a promise maker
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| Leaving trails of endless empty favors
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| I used to be my father’s daughter
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| Everything I did was for attention
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| Like an undercover soldier
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| Posing for a picture of perfection
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| Sleeping in so late that by the time
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| I woke up, the day had turned to night
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| It feels like I’m almost human, human
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| It feels like I’m almost back in my skin
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| It feels like I’m almost human
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| It feels like I’m almost human again
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| I used to be a power play, power play
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| Pushing me from one place to another
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| I used to be a runaway, runaway
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| I was only looking for my mother
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| Staying out so late that by the time
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| I woke up, the day had turned to night
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| It feels like I’m almost human, human
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| It feels like I’m almost back in my skin
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| It feels like I’m almost human
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| It feels like I’m almost human again
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| (Searching in the flame)
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| I’m still running in my dreams, but not away more toward my life
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| I’m no longer a machine, I’m leaving lightness behind me
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| It feels like I’m almost human, human
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| It feels like I’m almost back in my skin
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| It feels like I’m almost human
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| It feels like I’m almost human again |