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Lyrics:
Speak up
My ears are growing weary
I’ll sing this song to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Not too much to overcome with enough time to turn it all around
In a picture perfect scenery I’ve become a stick figure illustration
My eyes roll back and focus on what’s ahead
I can still stand if you lend the hand to brace me
I’ll take this on my own
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