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• Artiste: Chrystina Lloree
• Titre: Strength
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Don't know how she got in so deeply Now she's looking for her way out Eyes are looking a little empty Less space for hope and more room for doubt She ask herself the same question, she ask herself everyday Will tomorrow she have the power to give this all away CHORUS Strength, it's a funny thing You never realize how much you really need Until you finally let go of the very thing that makes you weak Lucky Strikes in her back pocket Bites her nail when she walks by You can always tell when she's been drinkin' She likes to talk but wants no reply It's the seventh day she forgot to shave, and her roots are growing black like tar Room 213 where she sleeps all day, and sinks deep in numbness with no regard CHORUS She sips some coffee for inspiration She takes it like a cup of life Swallows down the bitterness and decides to crack the pain open wide She pulls up the shade to release the strangle, and dares the light to burn her face In hopes to provoke the silence that's been much too loud anyway CHORUS