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In a box under the stairs I wrote a note |
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To myself when I was just a little girl |
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It said "Dear Mom and Dad don't read this |
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Cause I keep my dreams a secret" |
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And I read every night before they tucked me in |
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In hopes that this paper and pen would take me away |
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I said to myself they can't pull you under your heart is much braver |
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And the beauty in life is all what you offer |
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They can't steal your thunder |
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They can't steal your thunder |
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Through a piece of glass I kept it all away |
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Where my world could settle in a different place |
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I could find hope in seasons |
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Cause over that hill I'd leave this behind |
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I said to myself they can't pull you under your heart is much braver |
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And the beauty in life is all what you offer |
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They can't steal your thunder |
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They can't steal your thunder |
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In a little room inside this house of mine |
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Are the melodies and lyrics I can find |
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I said to myself they can't pull you under your heart is much braver |
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And the beauty in life is all what you offer |
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They can't steal your thunder |
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They can't steal your thunder |