| They told me
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| I’d never get to tell my story
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| Too many bullet holes
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| It would take a miracle
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| These voices
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| Inside my head like poison
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| Trying to steal my hope
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| Silencing my soul
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| But my story is only now beginning
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| Don’t try to write my ending
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| Nobody gets to sing my song
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| This is the sound of surviving
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| This is my farewell to fear
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| This is my whole heart deciding
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| And I’m not done fighting
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| This is the sound of surviving
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| These pieces
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| The ones that left me bleeding
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| Intended for my pain
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| Became the gift You gave me
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| I gathered those pieces into a mountain
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| My freedom is in view
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| I’m stronger than I knew
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| And this hill is not the one I die on
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| I’m going to lift my eyes and
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| I’m going to keep on climbing
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| This is the sound of surviving
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| This is my farewell to fear
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| This is my whole heart deciding
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| And I’m not done fighting
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| This is the sound of surviving
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| I’m still here
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| Say it to the ache, lying there awake
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| Say it to your tears
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| I’m still here
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| Say it to the pain, say it to the rain
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| Say it to your fear
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| This is the sound of surviving
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| This is my farewell to fear
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| This is my whole heart deciding
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| And I’m not done fighting
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| No, I’m not done fighting
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| And I am still rising, rising
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| I’m still rising
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| And I’m not done fighting
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| This is the sound of surviving |