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I was born in a choke hold
Found my feet each time I stumbled
Now I trip on my tongue, oh
Art of being not so subtle
Like the Sun reflectin' off a traffic light
An extended hand just asking for a ride
I'm sticking out like a sore thumb
Here in the company no one
Yeah, I'm so precious and broken, oh I
Got em goin' now
I'm stickin' out like a sore thumb
Got their attention I hold em
I tried to fix what was broken
Tried to quiet what was loud
But I'm stickin' out
I'm stickin' out
One of these is not alike
Fallen fruit bitter to the bite
In an apple orchard I'm the orange
In a batch of roses I'm the thorn
I'm the neon in the night
I'm stickin' out like a sore thumb
Here in the company no one
Yeah, I'm so precious and broken, oh I
Got 'em goin' now
I'm stickin' out like a sore thumb
Got their attention I hold 'em
I tried to fix what was broken
Tried to quiet what was loud but I'm
Stickin' out
But I'm stickin'
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin' out
Like a sore thumb
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin' out
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin'
I'm stickin' out
Like a sore thumb
