| 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 |