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�How does it feel to be so confident?�
�I used to hope you'd give me tips�
�Is it like having your name always on the guest list?�
�Is it like getting that first kiss?�
�You caught in front of the front, so carelessly I swam�
�Coming in, skipped out with you�
�Does the Lord ever stop?�
�Why are you slowly on tip?�
�You're slowly at the bottom too�
�This day you're gone, I bet you are never again�
�Is that the secret way you always went?�
�How does it feel to never have been?�
�Or occasion to say you're wrong?�
�To keep your notes up high and never look to keep?�
�To claim you've been running on and on?�
�As a matter of fact, you're always under attack�
�So many want to bring you down�
�On the inside, don't cry�
�Because it's all just a matter for a reason�
�So how do you run?�
�Got to feel okay on my own skin�
�I guess I feel okay on my own skin�
�I guess I feel okay on my own skin�
�I guess I feel okay on my own skin�