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(trey bruce, lisa drew) |
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Grace worked down at walmart |
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For thirteen years she punched that clock |
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Been two weeks without a day off |
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She never gave it too much thought |
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'til one morning in the mirror |
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Two new lines opened her eyes |
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And suddenly it hit her |
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She still had the wings to fly |
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Attention late night shoppers |
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A two for one on broken chains |
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Chorus: |
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That's the state of grace |
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It's the weak made strong |
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It's finding what you're missing |
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Was right there all along |
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It's an open road to a better place |
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It's a life worth living |
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In the state of grace |
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Grace cleaned out her bank account |
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Bought a beat up camper truck |
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Turned her pink slip into personnel |
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Then tore her time card up |
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As she drove away she wondered |
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What new york city would be like |
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And would the stars really keep you up |
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On a clear desert night |
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With a front seat full of road maps |
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To help her lose her way |
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Grace knew when she looked up |
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There wouldn't be a sky |
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If the dreams we'd been given |
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Weren't supposed to fly |