| Sick of not having shit, stuck in between having
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| Everything and nothing at all
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| I’m tired of feeling the world in my hands
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| Open up my palms see myself standing small
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| And what’s a girl without ambition?
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| Without a single driving mission?
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| And what’s a soul without the fight?
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| Scared and holdin' on so tight
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| I’m struggling admitting these god-awful feelings
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| Of wanting more than all I’ve got
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| And I wish I could help in not feeling so selfish
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| But the fact within, it never stops
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| What’s a girl without ambition?
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| Without a single driving mission? |
| No
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| And what’s a soul without the fight? |
| Yeah
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| Scared and holdin' on so tight, yeah
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| What’s a girl without ambition?
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| Without a single driving mission?
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| And what’s a soul without the fight?
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| Scared and holdin' on so tight
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| Purify my soul so I know where home has been
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| But if the water’s freely flowin' they might wanna take a sip
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| If they find us in our little city, want a piece of it
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| But we know better than to trust all the folks that be counterfeit
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| Purify my soul so I know where home has been
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| But if the water’s freely flowin' they might wanna take a sip
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| If they find us in our little city, want a piece of it
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| But we know better than to trust all the folks that be counterfeit |