I came into this world as nothing
I ain't gonna leave that way
I came into this world as nothing
I ain't gonna leave that way
So when my hands remain tied
I'm looking for something to be, to hold, to own
To call mine, to call mine
Well, I ain't found it yet but when I do
Gimme back the rights you read me
I can't seem to make it make sense
Oh, gimme back the rights you read me
I can't seem to make it make sense
That at the end I wouldn't get a second chance
I'm looking for something to be, to hold, to own
To call mine, to call mine
Well, I ain't found it yet but when I do
Maybe I am on a road that ain't been claimed yet
And maybe I ain't seen a sign that ain't been made yet
Maybe I am on a road that ain't been claimed yet
And maybe I ain't seen a sign that ain't been made yet
Or maybe I'm just stuck in here
Feeling like I gave so much more to you
I'm looking for something to be, to hold, to own
To call mine, to call mine
Well, I ain't found it yet but when I do
I'm looking for something to be, to hold, to own
To call mine, to call mine
Well, I ain't found it yet but when I do
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