Roof
Second Floor
Lobby
Back Door
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From the Ashes
by: Martina McBride
Ads McFadden
My right hand holds matches,
My left hand holds my past.
I hope the wind catches,
And burns it down my past...
With my failures and my shame,
And wave good-bye to yesterday,
As I dance among the flames.
Don't try to save me now,
Just stand back and wait till the smoke finally passes,
And I will rise,
From the ashes,
From the ashes,
From the ashes.
For all that I'm losing much more will I gain,
The hard part is choosing,
To change what needs changed.
My step will be much lighter,
With these demons off my chest,
I'm born a better spirit,
And lay the old to rest.
Don't try to save me now,
Just stand back and wait till the smoke finally passes,
And I will rise,
From the ashes,
From the ashes,
From the ashes.
I'll walk away stronger,
I will be flyin',
Higher and truer...
Than I've flown before.
The Washroom
Second Floor
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