| You will overcome
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| Even if I’m sewn
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| Deep inside your dream like seams
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| And your weary heart
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| You will feel a little stronger next year
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| You will overcome
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| Even if I’m torn
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| Even if this tear drop feels way too familiar
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| You will be a little stronger next year
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| You will overcome
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| Rising sun
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| What have I done?
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| Show me all the dreams I had when I was younger
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| Leaking from the faucet
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| Returning in a sonnet
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| So tread carefully
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| Take a fucking breath for me
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| And don’t you dare tell me
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| You were always there for me
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| So tread carefully
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| Take a fucking breath for me
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| And don’t you dare tell me
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| You were always there
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| Our time is precious lunar rose
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| And I cannot expose
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| My self hiding conflict
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| Nobody is perfect
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| Nobody is perfect
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| You will overcome
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| Even if I’m sewn
|
| Deep inside your dream like seams
|
| And your weary heart
|
| You will feel a little stronger next year
|
| You will overcome
|
| Even if I’m torn
|
| Even if this tear drop feels way too familiar
|
| You will be a little stronger next year
|
| You will overcome
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| And we will live always
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| Inside our stories
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| We will live always
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| Inside our stories
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| So tread carefully
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| Take a fucking breath for me
|
| Don’t you dare tell me
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| You were always there for me
|
| So tread carefully
|
| Take a fucking breath for me
|
| And don’t you dare tell me
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| You were always there
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| We will live always
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| Inside our stories
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| Like a souvenir of yesteryear
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| Remember me for the man I used to be
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| This world wasn’t made for me
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| It wasn’t made for me
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| We will live always
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| Inside our stories
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| Like a souvenir of yesteryear
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| And even if I come undone
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| You will overcome
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| You will overcome
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| I think the memory
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| Is the very best part of me
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| This skin is not mine
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| These bones are not my own
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| And you will overcome
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| (You will overcome)
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| I think the memory
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| Is the very best part of me
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| This skin is not mine
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| These bones are not my own
|
| And you will overcome
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| (You will overcome)
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| I think the memory
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| Is the very best part of me
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| This skin is not mine
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| These bones are not my own
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| And you will overcome
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| (You will overcome) |