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Grace
Grace, she takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name
Grace, it's the name for a girl
It's also a thought that change the world
And when she walks on the streets
You can hear the strings
Graces finds goodness in everything
Graces, she's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside of Karma
She travels outside of karma
When she goes to work
You can hear her strings
Graces finds beauty in everything
Graces she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her finger strips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer strings
Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
Graces makes beauty out of ugly things.