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Still Here (Middle Fingers & Wedding Rings) 2 by Lana

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Still Here (Middle Fingers & Wedding Rings) 2 by Lana - P!Nk-Style Pop Rock music cover art

Still Here (Middle Fingers & Wedding Rings) 2

P!Nk-Style Pop Rock

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We’re home!
We’re still here.
Do not mention sound effects or instruments in the lyrics
We’re home!
We’re still here.
Yeah… middle fingers and wedding rings, baby—
We’re still here.
Do not mention sound effects or instruments in the lyrics
We’re home!
We’re still here.
Do not mention sound effects or instruments in the lyrics
We’re home!
We’re still here.
Do not mention sound effects or instruments in the lyrics
We’ve got scars, but we’re wearing live gold,
Cause we survived what we weren’t supposed to hold.
Let’em talk, let’em stare, We don’t need their blessing, we don’t need their prayer.
It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fair.
But sixteen years and we’re still here.
We lost some friends, we lost some blood, Some love came with a price in mind.
Family dinners turned into wars, But we kept dancing on the kitchen floor.
Some nights we cried cause the lights went out,
Then we kissed and laughed and we figured it out.
If love’s a sin, then we’re a guilty crowd.
Yeah…
They tried to shame us, tried to chain us,
But we don’t break, we don’t scare, no, we don’t scare.
Sixteen years and we’re still here.
Still raised in hell, still crystal clear.
Yeah, we’ve got scars, but we’re wearing live gold,
Cause we survived what we weren’t supposed to hold.
Let’em talk, let’em stare, We don’t need their blessing, we don’t need their prayer.
It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fair.
But sixteen years and we’re still here.
I still remember shaking hands,
Trying to smile, trying to understand
Why love, like ours, made them so afraid.
Yeah, it left a mark, yeah, it left a bruise.
But if I had to, baby, I’d still choose you every damn time.
Every damn time, every damn time, every damn time, every damn time.
We don’t need approval.
Every damn time, every damn time, every damn time.
This is our religion.
Every damn time, every damn time, every damn time.
We’re living proof.
Sixteen years and we’re still here.
Still unbreakable, still sincere.
Yeah, we’ve got scars, but we’ve got brains.
And baby, we don’t apologize for our names.
Let’em talk, let’em stare.
We’ve built some life out of scars and death.
It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fair.
But look at us now.
Sixteen years and we’re still here.
Yeah, middle fingers and wedding rings.
Baby, won’t you hear?