So there she is, shoes in the grass Barefoot on her knees, while eyes behind It's where she's from Sometimes dark, sometimes bright Sometimes dark, sometimes bright Her place, her place So there she is, hands in the dirt Her reflection in the river You can't run from where you're from Sometimes dark, sometimes bright Sometimes dark, sometimes bright Her place, her place It's her place, her place Her place, her place We really, we really had to dig deep, deep, deep, deep We had to build this sort of trust, this bond had to be there just to be able to exchange things even, you know, things hidden from herself, you know, so she, she had to open up and at the same time be completely vulnerable Lying there bare, but we managed She found her own voice
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