Stake My Claim
I kept the map beneath the drawer, Beside the keys we never used. The morning pressed against the door; I chose the road we meant to lose. One step, then the ground begins to move, One breath, and I remember how to choose. I’m taking every mile ahead, With open hands and lifted head. No borrowed road, no second name— I meet the world and stake my claim. Your note was folded into four, A little crease beside the date. I left it resting by the door; Some things can wait, some cannot wait. One step, then the ground begins to move, One breath, and I remember how to choose. I’m taking every mile ahead, With open hands and lifted head. No borrowed road, no second name— I meet the world and stake my claim. If all I have is what I carry, Then let it be enough to start. I turn the page; the ink is steady. I know the way by heart. I’m taking every mile ahead, With open hands and lifted head. No borrowed road, no second name— I meet the world and stake my claim.
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[Интро] [Extended instrumental build: low strings, piano, rising orchestral percussion, brass swell] [Куплет 1] I kept the map beneath the drawer, Beside the keys we never used. The morning pressed against the door; I chose the road we meant to lose. [Предприпев] One step, then the ground begins to move, One breath, and I remember how to choose. [Припев] I’m taking every mile ahead, With open hands and lifted head. No borrowed road, no second name— I meet the world and stake my claim. [Куплет 2] Your note was folded into four, A little crease beside the date. I left it resting by the door; Some things can wait, some cannot wait. [Предприпев] One step, then the ground begins to move, One breath, and I remember how to choose. [Припев] I’m taking every mile ahead, With open hands and lifted head. No borrowed road, no second name— I meet the world and stake my claim. [Бридж] If all I have is what I carry, Then let it be enough to start. I turn the page; the ink is steady. I know the way by heart. [Финальный припев] I’m taking every mile ahead, With open hands and lifted head. No borrowed road, no second name— I meet the world and stake my claim. [Аутро] [Instrumental resolution: strings and brass settle over a final drum hit]
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