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𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀
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I been trying notta hide, (yeah)
wore a weather onna inside.
Now the clouds can say their piece,
I let go and I feel free.

Keppa storm behind my teeth,
smiled fah pictures, held the grief.
Every “strong” was jussa brace,
every laffa hidin' place.
Now mah shoulders drop their load,
salt turns sunlight onna road.
Let it fall an don’t explain,
every drop is leavin' pain. (go)

Let it fall, let it fall, that’s bravery,
river out my chest making space for me.
If they call it weak, that’s a joke to me,
I’m finally breathin' openly. (breathe)

Yeah I'm cryin,
Ayna a bad thing, (nah)
I'm outpourin',
Now I’m soarin'. (up)
Just a bitta rain,
No more disdain, (no)
No, no more pain,
Finelee feel sane. (feel sane)

oh-oh, outpouring, (oh)
oh-oh, I’m soaring.

Usedta bottle every quake,
countta ten till feelings break.
Now I toast the honest flood,
wash the concrete off my blood.
Call it messy, call it true,
every truth makes flowers bloom.
I don’t hide the weather now,
I’m the thunder learning how. (loud)

Let it fall, let it fall, that’s bravery, (brave)
river out my chest making space for me.
If they call it weak, that’s a joke to me,
I’m finally breathin' openly. (free)

Yeah I'm cryin,
ayna bad thing, (nah)
I'm outpourin',
Now I’m soarin'. (up)
Just a bitta rain,
No more disdain, (no)
No, no more pain,
Finelee feel sane.  (feel sane)

Tears on my face like medals I won, (shine)
proof that I stayed till the healing begun.
Salt in the sun turns silver to gold,
light through the water is how I get whole.
Say what you want, I’m done being small,
I’m not falling apart, I’m letting it fall. (let it fall)

Yeah I'm cryin', (cryin')
Ayna bad thing, (no)
I am outpourin', (outpourin')
Now I’m soarin'. (soarin')
Just a bitta rain, (just a bit)
No more disdain, (let it rinse)
No, no more pain, (no more)
Finelee feel sane. (feel sane)
Yeah I'm cryin', (cryin')
Ayna a bad thing, (no)
I am outpouring,
Now I’m soaring. (up)

Let it fall, I’ll rise again, (rise)
outpouring light, I feel sane.

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"Outpouring." © 2025 Glass Foxes 𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀 · · ─────────── ·𖥸· ─────────── · · I been trying notta hide, (yeah) wore a weather onna inside. Now the clouds can say their piece, I let go and I feel free. Keppa storm behind my teeth, smiled fah pictures, held the grief. Every “strong” was jussa brace, every laffa hidin' place. Now mah shoulders drop their load, salt turns sunlight onna road. Let it fall an don’t explain, every drop is leavin' pain. (go) Let it fall, let it fall, that’s bravery, river out my chest making space for me. If they call it weak, that’s a joke to me, I’m finally breathin' openly. (breathe) Yeah I'm cryin, Ayna a bad thing, (nah) I'm outpourin', Now I’m soarin'. (up) Just a bitta rain, No more disdain, (no) No, no more pain, Finelee feel sane. (feel sane) oh-oh, outpouring, (oh) oh-oh, I’m soaring. Usedta bottle every quake, countta ten till feelings break. Now I toast the honest flood, wash the concrete off my blood. Call it messy, call it true, every truth makes flowers bloom. I don’t hide the weather now, I’m the thunder learning how. (loud) Let it fall, let it fall, that’s bravery, (brave) river out my chest making space for me. If they call it weak, that’s a joke to me, I’m finally breathin' openly. (free) Yeah I'm cryin, ayna bad thing, (nah) I'm outpourin', Now I’m soarin'. (up) Just a bitta rain, No more disdain, (no) No, no more pain, Finelee feel sane. (feel sane) Tears on my face like medals I won, (shine) proof that I stayed till the healing begun. Salt in the sun turns silver to gold, light through the water is how I get whole. Say what you want, I’m done being small, I’m not falling apart, I’m letting it fall. (let it fall) Yeah I'm cryin', (cryin') Ayna bad thing, (no) I am outpourin', (outpourin') Now I’m soarin'. (soarin') Just a bitta rain, (just a bit) No more disdain, (let it rinse) No, no more pain, (no more) Finelee feel sane. (feel sane) Yeah I'm cryin', (cryin') Ayna a bad thing, (no) I am outpouring, Now I’m soaring. (up) Let it fall, I’ll rise again, (rise) outpouring light, I feel sane.

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