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I wasn't born this way
I've been living a lie they say
So when it brought me to my knees
Well, I had everything so tell me would you please
How could I possibly have needed so much more?
The thing I was craving then
Was some kind of laboring
So I might find a friend
In all the aching in my muscles as they hurt
Oh won't you put my hands to work
To ease my mind
And you realize in a moments grace
You've been unraveling the fabric of your coat
And you pick a line down the wall and trace
Until the end
And when you walk back sorry
With a folding body
Like you should
No I am not
Gonna die this way.
Maybe it was the mold you see
That was knocking the wall in me
And I forgot just what it was
That I had needed for all the time I'd been given
Maybe I'd forgot what living was now for
And you realize in a moments grace
You might just already be on to something good
And you pick a line down a cord and trace
Because you can
And when it comes back heavy
You'll be more than ready
Like you should
Cause I am not
Gonna die this way
Through a crack in the road it sprung
The seedling warm and young
Stretching out for the sun
It's August and I'm grinnin'
For this time I might be winnin'
As the moving lights that time of year lay still
And as my body changes a pace I seem to know again
That I am not gonna die this way
And I'll hold my misses
In a bed of kisses
Like I should
Cause I am not
Gonna die this way

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