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It's yours if you want it,
No-one's berating me.
Try not to feel so afraid,
It's your move, angel,
It's all there, in you.
A word in your ear,
There's reason to get through,
Yesterday's never ahead of you.
Carry yourself,
Foreclose your enemy,
I'm not worthy of you now and I'll never be.
It's yours if you want it,
No-one's berating me.
Try not to feel so afraid,
It's your move, angel,
It's all there, in you.
A word in your ear,
There's reason to get through,
Yesterday's never ahead of you.
Carry yourself,
Foreclose your enemy,
I'm not worthy of you now and I'll never be.