| The echo of shame, the voice inside my head,
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| The need for love, the insecurity.
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| Cutting me down, to the fourteen year old girl,
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| The Father Figure criticizing me.
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| Go on — through the darkest night,
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| Cause I know inside the answer’s here in me.
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| There’s blood on my soul, for speaking out my pain,
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| Perpetuating hurt in family.
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| My mother in me — I cannot explain,
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| My need for love from her will never wane.
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| Go on — through the darkest night,
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| Cause I know inside the answer’s here in me.
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| Go on — the shadowboxing fight
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| Disappears when all the music’s here in me.
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| Like an oracle the music’s here in me.
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| And I thank you God for music here in me.
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| Go on — through the darkest night,
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| Cause I know inside the answer’s here in me
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| Go on — the shadowboxing fight
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| And I’ll heal with understanding,
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| And I’ll deal with patient loving,
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| And I’ll make it cause the music’s here in me. |