Fever 103 - Like Air | Текст песни

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• Fever 103
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You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping, stearing and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

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