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No Applause

The Treasure Tragedy

They tell me what to wear, how to speak
Which parts of me look good this week
I tried the mask, it fit just fine
But it cost me peace every time

If I bend, they cheer
If I stand, they disappear

I don't need no applause
To know who I am
I'm done trimming my thoughts
To fit their hands
If being real makes me alone
I'll take that seat on my own

Likes don't help me sleep at night
Numbers never hold me tight
I'd rather be hard to place
Than easy to replace

I'm not here to perform
I'm here to stay warm

I don't need no applause
To know who I am
I'm done trimming my thoughts
To fit their hands
If being real makes me alone
I'll take that seat on my own

Clap if you want, I won't wait
I already ate off my own plate

I don't need no applause
To know who I am
I'm done trimming my thoughts
To fit their hands
If being real makes me alone
I'll take that seat on my own

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Composição: Jaymes Mour