paroles de chanson Manifestra - Erin McKeown
Humble,
like
the
child
of
God
she
wants
to
be
Stumbles
over
briar
and
branch
that
falls
off
the
tree
Recognize
the
obstacle
still
she
is
stepping
in
it
Criticized
for
the
child
of
God
she
wants
to
be
Precious,
the
momentary
comment
of
sleep
Pregnant,
the
meanings
and
warnings
especially
Question
the
answers
and
chancery
of
status
quo
Acceptance,
return
to
the
message
of
what
you
know
Every
day,
give
me
the
strength
of
a
thousand
beams
Every
day,
carry
me
and
lift
me
and
hold
me
I'm
thankful
for
the
prayers
that
are
answered
every
day
A
tankful
of
gratitude
pressed
into
holidays
Vacate
the
habits
and
stay
close
to
what
you
love
Mandate
and
prorate
the
style
of
our
Tanqueray
Backbone
learn
to
stand
up
for
the
audio
Tactile
in
the
process
of
knowing
what
you
know
You
dismantle
the
rot
and
the
ruin
of
a
straight
line
One
chance
to
say
something
deep
in
the
audio
Every
day,
give
me
the
strength
of
a
thousand
beams
Every
day,
carry
me
and
lift
me
and
hold
me
[X2]
And
the
orchestra
tunes
itself
up
from
the
dissonance
A
manifestra
of
violins
sweep
into
consciousness
Harmony
in
the
style
and
the
guise
of
martinis
Continents
in
the
verbage
and
endings
of
paragraphs
Trust
is
the
anecdote
to
the
pejorative
Plus
one,
plus
we
accumulate
the
principle
corrective
Jealous
of
the
wealth
of
other
girls?
Call
on
a
higher
power
to
finish
where
the
math
is
Every
day,
give
me
the
strength
of
a
thousand
beams
Every
day,
carry
me
and
lift
me
and
hold
me
[X2]
Spelling,
the
proper
sentence
and
period
It's
telling,
the
transmutation
of
Ahab
And
it's
killing
me,
slowly
and
surely
as
grass
Not
willing
to
change
for
the
style
of
the
period.
And
it's
the
in/out,
the
daily
reprieve
of
the
exhale
Mmm,
I
forgot
about
the
water
and
chase
the
whale
The
myth
that
the
prize
is
all
there
oughta
be
A
novel
written
in
the
style
of
the
whiskey
Every
day,
give
me
the
strength
of
a
thousand
beams
Every
day,
carry
me
and
lift
me
and
hold
me
[X2]
I'm
humble,
like
the
child
of
God
I
want
to
be
I
stumble
over
briar
and
branch
that
falls
off
the
tree
Recognize
the
obstacle
still
I
am
stepping
in
it
Criticized
for
the
child
of
God
I
want
to
be
Every
day,
give
me
the
strength
of
a
thousand
beams
Every
day,
carry
me
and
lift
me
and
hold
me
[X2]
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