Из альбома: Pixie Lott

This ain't a fairytale
There's, no way to tip the scales
For, each win I seem to fail

That's the way it goes
Sometimes I ain't that tough
And, my best ain't good enough
When I try and shake it off
Still I hit that low
But the more that it hurts me
The more I keep on
I reach down inside me
And I know I'll over come

If I lose my strength
If I'm hanging by a thread
If I'm going under
I raise up

Just like a river flowing
I bend but never broken
In time every cloud disappears like smoke
And when my edge is closer
And I'm slowly going over
Those things won't bring me down
When I'm up against the ropes
The more that you stop me
The faster I run
It's never that easy
But I know I'll over come

If I fall from grace
If I'm feeling out of place
With out [?] or together
I raise up

I raise up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I raise up, up, up
I raise up
I raise up

Just like a river flowing
I bend but never broken
In time every cloud disappears like smoke
And when my edge is closer
And I'm slowly going over
Those things won't bring me down
When I'm up against the ropes
The more that you stop me
The faster I run
It's never that easy
But I know I'll over come

If I lose my strength
If I'm hanging by a thread
If I'm going under
I raise up
I raise up

If I fall from grace
If I'm feeling out of place
With out [?] or together
I raise up

I raise up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I raise up, up, up
I raise up
I raise up

If I lose my shade
If I'm going under
Yeah
I raise up
Well, if I fall from grace
When I'm feeling out of place
I raise up

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