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We all have secrets
We all have lies
Some of us the creepiest
Some of them ties,

That shape us together
That make us who we are
They stay forever
They never go far.

They stay in the subconscious
In the back of the mind
They sometimes make us nauseous
They even make us blind,

But some of us have a hard shell
Underneath is a soft core
No matter how we've been through hell
We still won't settle the score.

Even though we've been misjudged
Up, up we go
Even though our names have been smudged
We still roll with the flow,

I cannot begin to say how lucky I feel
To carry no evil inside
I hold my own wheel
I am my own guide.

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