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I always had the voice, and now I am a singer
The audience grows silent, when I open up my mouth
I sing the words i've written every night before a crowd
As if I was a poet, or some legendary mind
They wonder what I'm doing, up there on the stage
They stare at my posture, and say I speak so well
I sing about my loneliness, and in return they thank me
I'd never meant to be a singer, but I'm slowly getting used to the idea
I'm part of this whole moment, that people come to see
They drive for seven hours from all across the country
We raise our voice in unison at the end of the show
People break into tears for reasons I don't know
They just want to understand me, and I sing too be loved.
The audience grows silent, when I open up my mouth
I sing the words i've written every night before a crowd
As if I was a poet, or some legendary mind
They wonder what I'm doing, up there on the stage
They stare at my posture, and say I speak so well
I sing about my loneliness, and in return they thank me
I'd never meant to be a singer, but I'm slowly getting used to the idea
I'm part of this whole moment, that people come to see
They drive for seven hours from all across the country
We raise our voice in unison at the end of the show
People break into tears for reasons I don't know
They just want to understand me, and I sing too be loved.
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