Soft words pull them from their tall perch.
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It all hurts when it's only worth a damn.
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But our collective breaths could change the weather,
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let's band together and take this pain out on the road.
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Neither rain, nor snow, nor the darkest of nights
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will keep a noble bird grounded.
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Forfeit the fantasy romancing me into standing still as potential built.
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The cup was almost spilled by guilt wilting all the strength I was peddling.
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I'm not settling.
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Even though a weaker heart can still control the body.
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The brain must remain strong to keep those steady hands
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one step ahead of nervous feet still faltering.
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Now I'm altering those statements I made in haste.
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[Chorus]
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Let nothing take the place of the grace that has brought us here.
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What Is It Worth?
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
