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• Artiste: Zach Bryan
• Titre: Half Grown
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When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate With a subtle inclination to tell a man straight Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't And men are just the sum of all the things their mothers did They'll spend their lives searchin' for the love they had as kids My vices ain't in place to replace a loving home You can't expect to harvest where the field's half-grown You can't chose your blood But you can choose to change the chains that chained you down When you was just a child And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go But I know that it's a road worth headin' down When I see myself, I see your eyes Reflections nowadays are a calm surprise If the older I get, the more I become All the things I swore I'd always run from But I'll raise myself a family and right the wrong Of some imperfect people who were only half-grown 'Cause you can't chose your blood But you can choose to change the chains that chained you down When you was just a child And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go But I know that it's a road worth going down When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate With a subtle inclination to tell a man straight Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't