The Story - Shawn Colvin, John Leventhal
    Well we pounded the pavement between dotted lines
    But we always belonged to the fugitive kind
    We were never the best but we were better than this
    To be made to bow down among princes
    I got thrown around hallways and bedrooms and towns
    And you run from that voice and it drags you around
    It don't matter the ruse or the weapons we choose
    There is only one thing that can free us

    Oh so here I am
    The lion and the lamb
    I was born to be telling this story
    I could only be telling this story
    I will always be telling this story

    Well our father married our mother too young
    And he took on a world like a fortunate son
    But in the cellar downstairs waiting for the bomb scare
    He would hide from us under the kitchen
    Where she simmered so soft with her weapons of tin
    And like so many suppers she just gave us to him
    And he never did guess in her cast iron dress
    She was burning beyond recognition

    Oh it's not over yet
    I can't forget
    I am going to be telling this story
    I was born to be telling this story
    I will always be telling this story
     

    Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild
    Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
    I gave nobody life, I am nobody's wife
    And I seem to be nobody's daughter
    So red is the color that I like the best
    It's your Indian skin and the badge on my chest
    The heat of my pride
    The lips of a bride
    The sad heart of the truth
    And the flag of youth
    And blood that is thicker than water
     

    I was made to be telling this story
    I was born to be telling this story
    I am going to be telling this story
    I could only be telling this story
    I will always be telling this story

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