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I am who you think I am
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Well who do you perceive me to be?
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Who am I ?
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With three eyes to use
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Surely you can see
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So tell me
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For I haven’t the slightest clue
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I am who I am
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But just who am I to you ?
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I’m on the inside looking out
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So how can I know
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What you heard and observed
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As you entered the door
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Of my life
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For surely impression arose
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From my actions and deeds
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And the aura that flows
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From my mentally
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The essence of me in full
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No deceptions
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Yes I choose not to pull
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The wool
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Over your eyes,
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Inject your mind with confusion
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I am who I am
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This is not an illusion
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Do you like what you see?
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For there will be no change
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I’ve been tainted with thug
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And some spiritual pain
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In my past
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But the scars I wear with pride
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I am who I am
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So now why should I hide
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The dark side
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As though
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Life has been peaches and cream
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Should I pose as a saint
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And conjure up a dream
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That will please you?
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But what if you awaken and see
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That what you deserved
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Wasn’t really the real me,
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So I present myself raw,
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Genuine
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Uncut
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All skeletons revealed
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I’m reluctant to bluff
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And be exposed in the future
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As a stranger to you
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Because the image now seen
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Isn’t the man you knew
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So take it or leave it
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I will still be me
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I am who I am
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And that ‘s all I can be
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Original
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Unique
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To the very last gram
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Jay 2003 all rights reserved
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So that which you perceive of me I am.
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