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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliza Edens Densmore
Songwriter
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Tired legs, tired lips she tries to muscle on
With every breath she draws in through her lungs
And every route that led here leads to where she's goin'
She'll rise and she'll fall and she'll try for the song
Money in her pocket with a face that looks like hers
No doubts of her intentions to twist the scales and words
No claim that her companion settled for her scores
She'll be low, she'll be right, she'll be high, she'll be the source
And when the rage comes around
And every critic's tearing up her ground
The truth becomes power
Saw her sitting there in silence wondering how to carry on
Says "I'm no passing illusion or trend you can own
I am not an object you can curse or define
I'll live and I'll die and I'll rise for my lines"
And when the stars come around
And everyone is handing her the crown
She'll be steady and still
"I am heading
Homeward bound
When you find me
I won't be found"
Writer(s): Eliza Densmore
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