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Grace Baldridge
Grace Baldridge
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I'm on a roof in Massachusetts
Slow and sick and less than useless
Blood thick as the snow below
If I fell from here no one would know
Conversation overload"How are you doing?" I don't even know
Change my mind, change my clothes
I never knew a heart could be this broke
But I went through the window that night
Cause if I can't fly then I'll fight
Before the morning frost set in
I got myself up out of Boston
There's a city on a hill where I go
Full of everyone that I love and know
And I find you every time
This little light of mine
Made it through a night in the rain
Wrestled tooth and nail for my name
And I find you every time
This little light of mine
Wounded up in West Kentucky
Less than broke and less than lucky
Hopeful for a friendly soul
And company on lonely roads
And I found some good ones 'round the way
I think they knew that I never would stay
But I'll always raise a hallelujah
For the year that I spent in Paducah
Cause there's a city on a hill where I go
Full of everyone that I love and know
And I find you every time
This little light of mine
Made it through a night in the rain
Wrestled tooth and nail for my name
And I find you every time
This little light of mine
I find you every time
Every morning
I will find you
I won't leave yet
I won't try you
Every morning
I will find you
I won't leave yet
I won't try you
There's a city on a hill where I go
Full of everyone that I love and know
And I find you every time
This little light of mine
Written by: Grace Baldridge, Jax Anderson
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