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Here I am, I’m in everything you hear
Here I stand with shaky legs
And as my earth begins to spin
I hold on to whatever I can do
Here I lay with my arms open wide
Hit me now, hit my heart
I know the ceiling may be white
But in my mind, the sky is velvet blue
This is my private setting
My lucky fifty-seven
This is a screening of my heart
Where I will play the leading part
My written start
Is this a touch of heaven?
My lucky fifty-seven
These are the words in which I lay
My hungry heart for you to slay
Another day
Do you see, do you see the power in me?
Do I please your picky ears?
Can I carry all this weight?
Am I too late to take the stage alone?
'Cause over me, over me, the birds will cry
Over me, the rain will pour
And I will soak and I will blow
In northern winds, until I find my zone
This is my private setting
My lucky fifty-seven
This is a screening of my heart
Where I will play the leading part
My written start
Is this a touch of heaven?
My lucky fifty-seven
These are the words in which I lay
My hungry heart for you to slay
Another day