Halestorm - Dear Daughter Lyrics
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Dear Daughter
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What Are The Lyrics For Dear Daughter By Halestorm?
Dear daughter
Hold your head up high There's a world outside That's passing by Dear daughter Never lose yourself Remember that You're like nobody else Life throws you in To the unknown And you feel like you're Out there all alone These are words That every girl should have a chance to hear There will be love There will be pain There will be hope There will be fear And through it all year after year Stand or fall I will be right here For you Dear daughter Don't worry about those stupid girls If they try to bring you down It's cause they're scared and insecure Dear daughter Don't change for any man Even if he promises the stars And takes you by the hand Life throws you in To the unknown And you feel like you're Out there all alone These are words That every girl should have a chance to hear There will be love There will be pain There will be hope There will be fear And through it all year after year Stand or fall I will be right here For you Dear daughter I was just like you And just like me You're gonna make it through These are words That every girl should have a chance to hear There will be love There will be pain There will be hope There will be fear And through it all year after year Stand or fall I will be right here And after all, I will be right here For you |
Who Wrote Dear Daughter By Halestorm?
Elizabeth Hale, Joseph Hottinger, Dave Bassett
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