Paradise Fears - Same Love (Macklemore & Ryan Lewis Cover)

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Female Vocals: SUZY SHINN (@suzyshinn)

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Song Produced By: Suzy Shinn and David Baker (www.killingsworth.info)
Video Produced by: Sam Miller
Video Shot and Edited by: Dave Puente (http://www.davepuente.com)

LYRICS:
VERSE 1 (written by Macklemore)
When I was in the 3rd grade, I thought that I was gay,
Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight,
I told my Mom, tears rushing down my face,
she's like, "Sam, you've loved girls since before Pre-K."
Yeah, I guess she had a point,
a bunch of stereotypes all in my head,
I remember doing the math like, yeah, I'm good at Little League,
a preconceived idea of what it all meant
for those that like the same sex, had the characteristics,
the right wing conservatives think it's a decision,
and you can be cured by some treatment and religion,
man-made re-wiring of a predisposition,
playing god, ah naw, here we go,
America the Brave still fears what we don't know,
and God loves all his children is somehow forgotten,
yet we paraphrase a book written 3500 years ago,
I don't know...

CHORUS
I can't change, even if I tried, even if I wanted to,
My love, my love, my love, she keeps me warm,

VERSE 2 (written by Sam Miller)
Ask yourself, what kind of person do you wanna be?
And how many commandments are gonna rule the way you think?
And do we really mean it when we say he loves us all?
And do we really believe it when they say that we're created equal?
Of course I do, I'm not a racist or an asshole,
Yet we can treat 'em less if their love is homosexual?
Well rules are rules, the bible's pretty clear here,
Yeah, we know, we get it, but we don't live by procedure,
We decide what's right by what's right, not what's written,
We evolve past our outdated norms and dispositions,
we don't exclude people based on the footnotes of Exodus,
like my friend Hailey, who loves both of her Dad's,
you wanna tell her their love is difference?
you wanna make that distinction?
you wanna tell her that this beautiful and limitless thing that we call love has rules, and a proper way to do it?
and that there love is less love because an old book don't exclude it?
I guess here's how I see it: you've got a heart beat like mine,
probably get that same feeling when your fingers intertwine,
well me love es su love, same heart, same love,
about time that we raised up same sex.

Love is patient, love is kind,

CHORUS
I can't change, even if I tried, even if I wanted to,
My love, my love, my love, she keeps me warm,

VERSE 3 (written by Macklemore/ Sam Miller)
Press play, don't press pause,
Progress march on,
with a veil over our eyes we turn our backs to the cause,
until the day my Uncles can be united by law,
and kids are walking 'round the hallways,
plagued by pain in their hearts,
a world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are,
and a certificate on paper isn't going to change it all,
but it's a damn good place to start,
So it's time that we stand without a doubt or concession,
rather than sitting here gridlocked in oppression,
We all raise our voices, 'til their too loud to ignore,
singing songs of acceptance,
Thank you, Macklemore.

CHORUS
I can't change, even if I tried, even if I wanted to,
My love, my love, my love, she keeps me warm,

I'm not crying on Sundays...