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Tavia Nicole Grubbs
Tavia Nicole Grubbs
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Why don't you tell me that it's over All of the violence's gone to bed That every family had a father And we learned to fight for love instead I'm tired of eyes that never open I'm tired of mouths that never close We are a prideful generation Confident and divided we will fall And there's a power in every color There is a scar in every hue Why don't we listen to each other It might be the only good we do So pour a drink And we will write ourselves another chorus Help me sing when I am tired And my throat is hoarse And have the last bit of my whiskey It will keep your warm And raise a glass to freedom If every slave could know of justice If every child could have a home If every christian looked like Jesús Maybe God would look A little more like love So pour a drink And we will write ourselves another chorus Help me sing when I am tired And my throat is hoarse And have the last bit of my whiskey It will keep your warm And raise a glass to freedom I wish I could silence all my demons I wish I could give you all my time I'm not a prophet or a preacher But I'll sing a song for you tonight So pour a drink and we will write ourselves another chorus Help me sing when I am tired and the words are forced And have the last of all my whiskey it will keep you warm And raise a glass to freedom
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