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This is my face, covered in freckles with an occasional spot and
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some veins.
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This is my body, covered in skin, and not all of it you can see
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And, this, is my mind, it goes over and over the same old lines
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And, this, is my brain, it's torturous analytical thoughts make me
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go insane
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And I use mouthwash
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Sometimes I floss
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I got a family
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And I drink lots of tea
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I've got nostalgic pavements (?)
I've got familar faces
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I've got a mixed-up memory
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And I've got favourite places
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And I'm sitting at home on a Friday night
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And I'm sitting at home on a Friday night and I hope everything's
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going to be alright
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This is my face, I've got a thousand opinions and not the time
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to explain
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And this is my body, and no matter how you try and disable it,
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I'll still be here
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And, this, is my mind, and although you try to infringe you
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cannot confine
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And, this, is my brain, and even if you try and hold me back there's
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nothing that you can gain
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And I use mouthwash
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Sometimes I floss
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I got a family
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And I drink lots of tea
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I've got nostalgic pavements (?)
I've got familar faces
BbmG#F#
I've got a mixed-up memory
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And I've got favourite places
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And I'm sitting at home on a Friday night
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And I'm sitting at home on a Friday night and I hope everything's
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going to be alright