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Vinyls now available! 
https://merch.sincerelystephen.com/

My album is a story of triumph, of letting go of all the uncertainty in my head and learning to walk the path of my own heart. “Sincerely” is about realizing how much better this world would be if we all loved ourselves, if we weren’t afraid of being vulnerable and honest. It doesn’t matter who’s president or what technology we invent or what extremists we destroy, the only thing I know is this:

There will never be peace if we do not all love ourselves.

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From my debut album “Sincerely” 
Written, performed, produced, mixed, and mastered by Stephen

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Listen on Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/0HOofIzmgO1zaHMsoU475w
Listen on Apple Music: itun.es/us/RA8Ybb
From me, to you. http://sincerelystephen.com

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I kept asking myself, why them and not me?

Crossfire

He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire

I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin' up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire

Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?

So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother

Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross...

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