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I wrote one song down on paper,
thinking love would not conquer my favor,
but your skin was white.
There was dirt on your shoulders,
with your arms less tight,
as we grew a bit older.
Where did I go wrong?
Show me I've done wrong.
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People are calling my name,
while I'm taking the time thinking of rhymes,
due to my pain.
Nobody knows you're here,
while I'm aching inside,
debating to hide to to my fears,
while I'm singing out.....
Oh, Karma.
Praying with a little bit of faith,
Knowing that I will eventually die,
with a list of mistakes.
Some sinners have to pay,
while I'm tempted to stand,
with the sand in my hand and bury away,
while we're singing out.....
Oh, Karma.
While I bury myself away,
and I bury myself away,
and I hide from all of this pain away....yeah...
Oh, Karma.
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Sing, I sing among the stars,
but I was broken inside, wishing this was art...
I, I was born to be the fool in the fire that set me free,
like a bird in the sky, with the instinct to fly,
I was born to feel this right.
I was born this way.,
There's a piece of me down deep
inside the heartache of my soul
that likes to feed the night with verbs
to remind them I have goals.
When I try, oh no, faith isn't too hard.
It's a vibe, oh no, sinking into scars.
I, I was born to be the fool in the fire that set me free,
like a burden, oblige this slow luscious routine,
I was born to feel this right.
I was born this way.
Summer salt in the air,
You feel it now, You feel it now,
Disappear in the summer.
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