| This is for the powerless, the wounded and the weak
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| This is for the immigrant, and those who cannot speak
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| If the ground beneath your feet feels unstable
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| There’s a place, there’s a place for you
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| At my table
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| If you’re broken, you are welcome
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| If you’re outside looking in
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| If you have no place of your own
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| My door is open, it’s always open
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| To anyone wondering if you belong
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| To anyone who feels afraid and not that strong
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| If you wanted to be confident but you weren’t able
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| There’s a place, there’s a place for you
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| At my table
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| If you’re broken, you are welcome
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| If you’re outside looking in
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| If you have no place of your own
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| My door is open, it’s always open
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| Listen every pilgrim, when the road ahead is long
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| It doesn’t matter where you go, you’re never too far gone
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| Even if you’ve lost your way or been unfaithful
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| There’s a place, there’s a place for you
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| At my table
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| There’s a place, there’s a place for you
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| At my table
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| If you’re broken, you are welcome
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| If you’re outside looking in
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| If you have no place of your own
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| My door is open, it’s always open
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| My door is open, it’s always open |