GRACE: 

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Grace
   She takes the blame
   She covers the shame
   Removes the stain
   It could be her name

   Grace
   It's a name for a girl
   It's also a thought that
   Changed the world

   And when she walks on the street
   You can hear the strings
   Grace finds goodness
   In everything

   Grace
   She's got the walk
   Not on a ramp or on chalk
   She's got the time to talk

   She travels outside
   Of karma, karma
   She travels outside
   Of karma

   When she goes to work
   You can hear the strings
   Grace finds beauty
   In everything

   Grace
   She carries a world on her hips
   No champagne flute for her lips
   No twirls or skips
   Between her fingertips

   She carries a pearl
   In perfect condition
   What once was hurt
   What once was friction
   What left a mark
   No longer stings

   Because grace makes beauty
   Out of ugly things

   Grace finds beauty
   In everything

   Grace finds goodness
   In everything