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Outside there's a bird and it is singing |
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And outside of my window, there's a life |
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I feel like someone's talking to my spirit |
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They tell me that there's reasons to survive |
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I could draw you a picture |
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I could write on my face |
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I could read you a scripture of tales |
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And I know, no matter how much colder |
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Or how much I carry on my shoulders |
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As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer |
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Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over |
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But we don't get down |
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No we don't get down |
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We can turn this 'round |
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And maybe |
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It's today ahh yeahh |
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Cause all these scenes of grief got my head spinnin' |
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And we're dancing on the edge of a knife |
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And could I be your hero or your villain |
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Uhh, I guess it just depends in whose eyes |
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I could draw you a picture |
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I could write on my fist |
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I could read you a scripture of this |
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And I know, no matter how much colder |
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Or how much I carry on my shoulders |
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As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer |
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Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over |
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But we don't get down |
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No we don't get down |
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We can turn this 'round |
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And maybe |
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It's today ahh yeahh |
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And I don't get down |
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Cause you lift me up |
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No I don't get down |
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Cause you lift me up |
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And I know, no matter how much colder |
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Or how much I carry on my shoulders |
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As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer |
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Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over |
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But we don't get down |
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No we don't get down |
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We can turn this 'round |
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And maybe |
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It's today ahh yeahh |
