| When I hit the ground in all my glory
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| I will know where I have come from
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| In the shadow of the doubt that meets the morning
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| I have come and I have faced it
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| In the time it took to really understand him
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| I bore witness to who he grew to be
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| I will never know why a good man will go
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| Or a bird will fall from the sky that she was made for
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| And a heart will beat out of fear of its defeat
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| And the love you left behind will no longer stand today
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| When I hit the runway in my armor
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| I will know what I am made of
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| And in the arms of my daughter comes an answer
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| I have seen what she will know
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| I will never know why a good man will die
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| Or a bird will fall from the sky that she was made for
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| And a heart will beat out of fear of its defeat
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| And the love you left behind will no longer stand today
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| When I hit the ground in all my glory
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| I will know where I have come from
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| In the shadow of the doubt that meets the morning
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| I have come, I have known |