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Survival from Hope Tala's first album, Hope Handwritten, is out now:
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Lyrics:

Ooh
Ooh

Once upon a time, that’s how it all begins
With water, bone, blood and skin
Two open eyes, here we go again
The start is always innocent
And then comes life
Yeah, then comes pain
Sun is out then it starts to rain
But the sun comes back again

We open the door, choices must be made
And we start hoping for more, cos how much more can we take
Don’t know what I’m living for, and I can’t even explain myself
Got nothing else to say
Got nothing else to say

Acting like we’re fine, when we’re walking a tightrope
Start losing our minds, trying to break the cycle
And sometimes you cry, while you’re holding the high note And
that’s what I know of survival
Yeah, ‘cause it feels like a waste
Know we need different, but we struggle to change
We end up staying the same
Make an effort for a couple of days
Then turn around and see we’re stuck in our ways
I started slipping away
Saw what happened when I started to break
Spent too much time tryna work out what to say
Couldn’t help hiding my face
Hid my spirit, but not anymore
‘Cause I stopped running and decided to stay

We open the door, choices must be made
And we start hoping for more, cos how much more can we take
Don’t know what I’m living for, and I can’t even explain myself
Got nothing else to say
Got nothing else to say

Acting like we’re fine, when we’re walking a tightrope
Start losing our minds, trying to break the cycle
And sometimes you cry, while you’re holding the high note
And that’s what I know of survival
‘Cause when water ain’t wine, sometimes it feels like it’s final
But this life is mine, so I’m gonna do it right
And maybe sometimes I cry, while I’m holding the high note But
that’s what I know of survival

Ooh
Ooh
Once upon a time, my people came on ships
Tied up in chains, there was no choice to it
And now I write, watching the pages rip
Must admit I can’t help wondering
Wondering why I’m stuck on my own suffering?
Hmm, mmm
What do I know of survival?
What do I know of survival?
What do I know of survival?
What do I know? What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know of survival?
What do I know? What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know of survival?