Free To Be Me [Dented Fender Sessions]
At twenty years of age
I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged
For my destiny
You've already won the battle
And you've got great plans for me yeah!
Though I can't always see
'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
I was just a girl
I thought I had it figured out
Soon my life would turn out right
And I'd make it here somehow, but things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me, and you're free to be you
Sometimes I believe
That I can do anything
Yet other times I think
I've got nothing good to bring
But you look at my heart and you tell me
That I've got all you seek
And now it's easy to believe
Even though
I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me, and you're free to be you
I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged
For my destiny
You've already won the battle
And you've got great plans for me yeah!
Though I can't always see
'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
I was just a girl
I thought I had it figured out
Soon my life would turn out right
And I'd make it here somehow, but things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me, and you're free to be you
Sometimes I believe
That I can do anything
Yet other times I think
I've got nothing good to bring
But you look at my heart and you tell me
That I've got all you seek
And now it's easy to believe
Even though
I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
I try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me, and you're free to be you
Credits
Writer(s): Francesca Battistelli
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