| Grace works down at Wal-Mart
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| For thirteen years she’s punched that clock
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| Been ten weeks without a day off
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| She never gave it too much thought
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| Until one morning in the mirror
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| Two new lines opened her eyes
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| And suddenly it hit her
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| She still had the wings to fly
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| Attention late night shoppers
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| A two for one on broken chains
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| That’s the state of grace
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| It’s the weak made strong
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| It’s finding what you’re missing
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| Was right there all along
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| It’s an open road to a better place
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| It’s a life worth living
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| In the state of grace
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| Grace cleaned out her bank account
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| Bought a beat up camper truck
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| Turned her pink slip into personnel
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| Then tore her time card up
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| As she drove away she wondered
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| What New York City would be like
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| And would the stars really keep you up
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| On a clear desert night
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| With a front seat full of road maps
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| To help her lose her way
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| Grace knew when she looked up
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| There wouldn’t be a sky
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| If the dreams we’ve been given
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| Weren’t supposed to fly
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| It’s an open road to a better place
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| It’s a life worth living
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| In the state of grace
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| It’s a life worth living
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| In the state of grace |