| Having a bad day
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| Having a good day
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| Having a day that’s in between
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| Feel like I hold back
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| And I don’t know why
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| Can’t seem to say just what I mean
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| So many people, all of the ones surrounding me
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| And if you’d ask them, they would describe me differently
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| So many reasons, so many different sides of me
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| And I can’t decide who I want to be
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| 'Cause some people make me bitter
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| Smile and then squeeze a lime in my cut
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| And some people make me sweeter
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| 'Cause they make me feel like I am enough
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| And that makes me a giver
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| But my mom says I tend to give too much
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| And some people make me better
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| And that’s how I know my favorite part of me is you
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| My favorite part of me is you
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| Having a moment
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| Weight on my shoulder
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| I can’t describe just how I feel
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| Don’t have to say it
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| Look at my face and you’ll know exactly what I mean
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| So many people, all of the ones surrounding me
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| And if you’d ask them, they would describe me differently
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| So many reasons, so many different sides of me
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| And I can’t decide who I want to be
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| 'Cause some people make me bitter
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| Smile and then squeeze a lime in my cut
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| And some people make me sweeter
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| 'Cause they make me feel like I am enough
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| And that makes me a giver
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| But my mom says I tend to give too much
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| And some people make me better
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| And that’s how I know my favorite part of me is you
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| My favorite part of me is you
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| My favorite part of me is you
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| My favorite part of me is you
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| Some people make me nervous
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| 'Cause they make me feel like nothing at all
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| But some people think I’m perfect
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| 'Cause they wouldn’t want me to change at all
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| And that’s what I deserve
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| And I’m reminded of how lucky I am
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| 'Cause most people make me better
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| And that’s how I know
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| My favorite part of me is you
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| My favorite part of me is you
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| My favorite part of me is you
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| My favorite part of me is you |