| She holds tight to another day another year
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| Where the past is forgotten but the future so clear
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| She holds tight, To another day another year
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| Her mirror sees a smile but can’t forget all the tears
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| Reflecting a life devoid of acceptance
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| Our hearts grow cold with the purest of intentions
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| You think you care but you don’t see
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| What we are and who we’ll be
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| Standing tall, too blind to see
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| What we are and who we’ll be
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| What we inherit is right where we accept it
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| You are not the shore but the reel that will be casted
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| Shape the land, don’t let the land shape you
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| So we sing, Fuck the roots
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| What matters is where your heart grew
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| She holds tight to another day another year
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| Because holding on’s the only thing that got her here
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| The pieces of her life are being connected
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| In more ways than she ever expected
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| Still we hope, to find a way, to feel the same
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| Nothing lasts forever, not even pain
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| You think you care but you don’t see
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| What we are and who we’ll be
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| Standing tall, too blind to see
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| What we are and who we will be
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| What we inherit is right where we accept it
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| You are not the shore but the reel that will be casted
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| Shape the land, don’t let the land shape you
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| So we sing, Fuck the roots
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| What matters is where your heart grew
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| Fuck the roots what matters is where your heart grew
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| Maybe we’re a slate that’s sculpted by pain
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| Maybe our loves formed from our hate
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| Maybe someday we’ll all be saved
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| From the future that we had yesterday
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| What we inherit is right where we accept it
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| You are not the shore but the reel that will be casted
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| Shape the land, don’t let the land shape you
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| So we sing, Fuck the roots
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| What matters is where your heart grew |