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| "Sense of Me" Written by Heather Donavon, Bonnie Hayes and Matthew Schoening My story is a mystery Always felt like an oddity But I’ve been on an odyssey To try to get a sense of me I bloomed late in the Bible land Swimming pools and minivans Beauty queens on heroine And I couldn’t get a sense of me And I’m lost and everything seems like a sign And I might be crazy, I know that I’m blind And all I can do is feel my way to where I need to be And all I want is to write my own reality And get a sense of me I got to get a sense of me I jumped the white picket fence Burned the map and headed west I got nowhere and got there fast Looking for a sense of me Eat my rent just to survive Eat my life with a nine to five I’m still paying for my freedom ride Still missing a sense of me And I’m lost and everything seems like a sign And I might be crazy, I know that I’m blind And all I can do is feel my way to where I need to be And all I want is to own my originality And get a sense of me I got to get a sense of me My story happens out of time It doesn’t move in a straight line It doesn’t have a little neon sign Saying happy ending here This song ends in the present tense And the long hot summer of my discontent As I trade in my innocence To begin to make sense of me And I’m lost and everything seems like a sign And I might be crazy, I know that I’m blind And all I can do is feel my way to where I need to be And all I want is my individuality And a sense of me I got to got to got to get a sense of me, yeah I got to get a sense of me, yeah And a sense of me And a sense of me I got to got to got to get a sense of me And a sense of me A sense of me Sense of me Sense of me Sense of me |   |
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