Why would you want to be like everyone else?
Be what you want to be, just keep it to yourself
Why should you be pretty, like some concubine?
Ain’t it a pity to make beauty your shrine
and leave your soul behind
Leave your soul behind
Leave your soul behind

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Who looks in the mirror to see what comes next?
All you can find there is what the light reflects
It can’t show a heart that’s beating up a storm
A soul on fire that refuses to conform
and is busy being born
Busy being born
Busy being born

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It’s a big, wide world and there’s plenty of room
Just stop listening to those voices of doom
Who says you’re not pretty? Who says you’re not fine?
Don’t they know beauty is what gets left behind
when you live outside the lines
Live outside the lines
Live outside the lines

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