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We will call this place our home, |
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The dirt in which our roots may grow. |
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Though the storms will push and pull, |
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We will call this place our home. |
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We’ll tell our stories on these walls. |
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Every year, measure how tall. |
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And just like a work of art, |
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We’ll tell our stories on these walls. |
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Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
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Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
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Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
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Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
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A little broken, a little new. |
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We are the impact and the glue. |
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Capable of more than we know, |
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We call this fixer-upper home. |
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With each year, our color fades. |
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Slowly, our paint chips away. |
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But we will find the strength |
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And the nerve it takes |
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To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. |
| [02:41.57] |
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
| [02:48.39] |
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [02:55.24] |
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
| [03:02.53] |
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:09.32] |
Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. |
| [03:15.41] |
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. |
| [03:22.14] |
Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. |
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Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:36.80] |
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. |
| [03:45.30] |
Smaller than dust on this map |
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Lies the greatest thing we have: |
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The dirt in which our roots may grow |
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And the right to call it home. |
