(Beth Nielsen Chapman/Allen Shamblin)
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She says she hates me- and not to call
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She's used her pain to build a concrete wall
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She's rolled her angry words into a fist
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But that's not who she is
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That's not who she is
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I slammed the phone down hard and walked outside
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I wrote her off that day as if she'd died
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Said if she burns in hell, well I won't give a damn
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But that's not who I am,
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That's not who I am
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Lost behind the masks we wear
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The barbed wire fences of our fear
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We drag each other through these tears
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And strike the wounds that scar
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But that's not who we are
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That's not who we are
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Someday I'll hold her, for this I pray
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That time and grace will roll the stone away
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And we'll love each other with open hearts
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Just for who we are
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Just for who we are
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A mother who gave all she could
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A child who tried to just be good
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In father brother sisterhood
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We reach and fall so far
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Like dust of ancient stars
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That's just who we are
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Dust of ancient stars
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That's just who we are
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Who We Are
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Beth Nielsen Chapman |