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Please |
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Tell me how you lift these heavy bricks |
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And how you built this path for me to walk on |
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Carve yourself in stones |
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With the strength of all convinced |
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But I know your skin |
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Is still as thin as mine |
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And what does it take to believe |
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In all the things you believe? |
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And maybe I need to listen more carefully |
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I finally know, how you stand |
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against the worst there is |
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You enjoy coffee and Debussy |
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I can't believe the calmness in your bones |
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After everything |
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And when she dreams |
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She sees herself in her Sunday dress |
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Humming simple melodies |
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She's known since she was only three |
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And what does it take to believe |
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In all the things you believe |
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And maybe I need to listen more carefully |
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I finally know, how you stand |
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against the worst there is |
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I finally found, |
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The strength you've tried to tell me about |
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Oh, even when the sky is crashing down |
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You, You locked your knees and stood up straight |
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You, Are the strength inside my veins |
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Oh, I want to feel the strength you know |
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And what does it take to believe |
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In all the things you believe |
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And maybe I need to listen more carefully |
