Gold Dime - Denise

Denise can't see the sky from below a ways
She be tough, real tough
She sings a little tune
It just comes out this way
Ah—oo—oo-oo-oo-oo

Denise can't feel the price, oh those recon days
She be tough, big stuff

Weakened gaze, weakened gaze
It finds a way to show
And bitter praise, it empties grace
And finds a way to show

Denise can't go outside, oh she might blow away
She be tough, real tough
She sings a little tune
It just comes out this way
Ah—oo—oo-oo-oo-oo

No more blue skies
You gotta believe

And be tough re-up
Denise can't be unkind
She don't like your face
She be tough, big stuff

Weakened gaze, a weakened gaze
It finds a way to show
And bitter praise, it empties grace
And finds a way to show

To become, we come down a ways some
To become, we come down a ways some
To be, we come down a ways some
To be, we come down a ways some

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