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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

Charlotte Martin - Redeemed

Every tree has got a root,
and every girl forbidden fruit, and got her demons.
And the path I chose to go, a different girl so long ago —
I had my reasons.
And she’s in my head so loud, screaming,
Shouldn’t you be proud of what you came from?
Oh you’ve been crippled and you’ve walked on,
you’ve been shut up and you talked,
so let’s talk some more.

Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I’ll ever teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief,
I am redeemed.

And it’s ripping at my heart because I’m dodging all the darts
and on a slow train.
And then I’ll wear it ‘til it tatters and it shatters on the floor
in instant replay.
Oh, we’re all rotten and we’re pure
and we’re just looking for the cure that feels like spring snow.
And all we have is who we are, and where we’ve been got us this far
so let me go.

Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I’ll never teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief,
I am redeemed.

Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I’ll never teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief
through all the pain, and unbelief
These are the words, that they all scream:
I am redeemed.

These lyrics are by Charlotte Martin, from Redeemed. Posted at 6:13am on 6 August 2007.
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