Every tree has got her root and every girl forbidden fruit
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As well as demons..
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And the path I chose to go, a different girl so long ago,
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Well I had my reasons..
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And she's in my head so loud and screaming
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“should you be proud of what you came from”?
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“you've been crippled and you've walked and you've been shut up and you've
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talked so let's talk some more”..
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Where is the hand for me to reach?
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Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
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In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed…
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And it's ripping at my heart cause I've been dodging all these darts
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And on a slow train
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And I wear it till it tatters and it shatters on the floor
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In instant replay
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Well we're all rotten and we're pure and we're just looking for a cure that
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feels like spring snow
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And what we have is what we are and where we've been got us this far so let me
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go…
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Where is the hand for me to reach?
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Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
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In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed…
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
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Oh ho oh ho oh ho …2x
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Where is the hand for me to reach?
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Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
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In all the black, in all the grief, through all the pain
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And unbelief- these are the words that they all scream..
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Redeemed
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| Charlotte Martin |
