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On my own I venture out On to the world of my own doubt World of wonder That I will know When I figure it all out I am what I am I'll except that now Playing with a broken hand I'll make it work somehow Clearing mountains Waterfalls I try to keep up my own pace Running down Seattle hills Just to feel the wind on my face I am what I am I'll except that now Playing with a broken hand I'll make it work somehow And don't you leave me alone, I'm here The vultures come in like crows And disappear They feed off my heart And my fear But I'll stay strong I'll remain so strong
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Seattle Hills
On my own I venture out On to the world of my own doubt World of wonder That I will know When I figure it all out I am what I am I'll except that now Playing with a broken hand I'll make it work somehow Clearing mountains Waterfalls I try to keep up my own pace Running down Seattle hills Just to feel the wind on my face I am what I am I'll except that now Playing with a broken hand I'll make it work somehow And don't you leave me alone, I'm here The vultures come in like crows And disappear They feed off my heart And my fear But I'll stay strong I'll remain so strong
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
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