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Words & Music by Allie Moss & Rob Seals |
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The bar is set so high that I can walk right under |
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Can't reach even on my tippy toes |
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No matter how far I've run in training for this marathon |
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I trip and fall, lose by a nose |
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Then something taps me on the shoulder |
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I listen when it's older than me |
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CHORUS: |
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It says, Look up |
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Reach out your hand |
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You can't see anything new |
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'til you change where you stand |
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I'll throw you a rope |
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You know you're just a fellow prisoner of hope |
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Another day, another no |
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Sucker punch leaves me bunched on the floor (woe is me) |
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This is when I fall into a downward spiral |
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Negative thoughts feed vanity (and I'm so hungry) |
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Then something taps me on the shoulder |
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I listen when it's older than me |
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CHORUS |
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From the high wall |
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Sometimes all we see is how hard we could fall |
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So what if we do |
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Rise mud-scraped and bruised |
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Maybe we have to be a little bit broken to hear hope call |
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CHORUS |
