Back From The Dead

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    Find the will to fight again
    Try never to find a friend
    In the fear that holds me way down here

    Rise above it all with ease
    Don’t you know it all comes easily?
    With the confidence of a younger me

    I never thought that I’d be someone
    Who prefers the clouds to the warmth of the sun
    The chill of the autumn, the silence indoors
    Whose eyes are barred windows, and smiles are rare birds
    I never thought I’d come undone
    By a weight that won’t ware, that I’d be overcome
    No I never dreamed I’d turn out this way
    No way

    Find the will to fight again
    Try never to find a friend
    In despair
    Her call has a draw that I cannot bear

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    I never thought that I’d be someone
    Who prefers the clouds to the warmth of the sun
    The chill of the autumn, the silence indoors
    Whose eyes are barred windows, and smiles are rare birds
    I never thought I’d come undone
    By a weight that won’t ware, that I’d be overcome
    No I never dreamed I’d turn out this way
    No way, no way

    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    You can’t hold me down here

    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    You can’t hold me down here

    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    You can’t hold me down here

    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    I’m coming back from the dead
    You can’t hold me down here

    I’m coming back from the dead
    You can’t hold me down here

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    Composition: Cherilyn MacNeil

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