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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Eggar
Dave Eggar
Cello
John Sinclair
John Sinclair
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Autumn Nicholas
Autumn Nicholas
Songwriter
Heather Holly
Heather Holly
Songwriter
Stefan Bredereck
Stefan Bredereck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stefan Bredereck
Stefan Bredereck
Producer
Heather Holley
Heather Holley
Producer
Bob Macc
Bob Macc
Mastering Engineer
Sonic Sweetness Studios Los Angeles California
Sonic Sweetness Studios Los Angeles California
Recording Engineer
Subvert Central Mastering
Subvert Central Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Girls wear dresses And their hair down long If you wanna be pretty Better follow along The word they preach Is Girls for boys And Boys for girl Any other is wrong God loves everyone That's what she believed In that house she thought was home It felt so lonely She stood her ground on a Sunday Hoping maybe one day she'd belong She marched to church in suit and tie Head shaved bald her chin held high They told her no They laid hands on her to save her From the way that God had made her Pray it away She stood her ground on a Sunday She's gonna be ok She heard it so much She starts to believe Now she drops her hand So nobody can see She learned the shame Apologies Said I'm not the same What's wrong with me God loves everyone that's what she believed In that house she thought was home it felt so lonely She stood her ground on a Sunday Hoping maybe one day she'd belong She marched to church in suit and tie Head shaved bald her chin held high They told her no They laid hands on her to save her From the way that God had made her Pray it away She stood her ground on a Sunday She's gonna be ok So when I lose my way in the world I remember that little girl And I love a little harder Hold her hand a little tighter Love myself with forgiveness I am strong cause I have lived this I survive and I bear witness I am brave cause I am different Not ashamed don't need to fit in I am love I love and I deserve love I stood my ground on a Sunday Hoping maybe one day I'd belong I marched to church in suit and tie Head shaved bald my chin held high I sang my song They laid hands on me to save me From the way that God had made me Pray it away I stood my ground on a Sunday And I'm gonna be ok
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