 I've got a stage and a mic
Which I use to say things you won't like
But I spent here thinking I was alone (I was alone)
Now I know, now I know, that I'm not, that I'm not
And I'm sharing that comfort with all
Who think that hope is lost
Oooh and I'm so proud of where I am
I'm learning where the standard to trend lightly
So hold back
Step back you gotta breath
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say
And air, the drums don't seem to work
And they've got a patting room for you
To get your judge reserved
If I could chose my own name
I'd chose something thats bold and fits
Like anger, aggression, or cunningly brash
By the skin of my teeth but with timing collapse
Oh woah it's me (Oh woah it's me)
Oh waoh were off (Oh waoh were off)
Not anymore we stand up for ourselves
Were like captains of war, we'll get followed to hell
Oooh and I'm so proud of where I am
I'm learning where the standard to trend lightly
So hold back
Step back you gotta breath
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say
And air, the drums don't seem to work
And they've got a patting room for you
To get your judge reserved
I am not worth taking control of our lives
I am not worth taking control of our lives
I am not worth taking control of our lives
Everything’s alright
I am not worth taking control of our lives
I am not worth taking control of our lives
I am not worth taking control of our lives
Everything’s alright
So (So) hold back
Step back you gotta breath
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say
And air, the drums don't seem to work (seem to work)
And they've got a patting room for you
To get your judge reserved
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