She's trying to define her faith
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like it's some role that she's playing
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I tell her, "You remind me of someone else..."
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But who it is I'm not saying "Hear me out," she says,
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"I'm getting older, I don't need to justify
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myself to you. Do you hear me?"
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chorus:
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When she walks in a room
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it's like she's walking on water
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or stepping across the moon
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like she's gravity's only daughter
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She's weightless
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weightless
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and I say, "You're just confused
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because you talk too much to angels
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and they faithfully refuse
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to answer questions that are painful..."
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"But Faith has no weight," she says,
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"Now, Doubt, now, there's the burden...
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You're completely right to think you're grounded -
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Do you hear me?"
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chorus
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Weightless
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| Ellis Paul |
