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my anchor, my all
04:49
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can you feel it?
yea... that's called desperate.
you thought you had it - didn't you
but the only time you're under control
is when there's no control at all
keep fighting it, go ahead
make your plans and sell your bed
at least the spot where I laid
where I laid
cause this desperate feeling has taken my sleep
taken my breath
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step back, step back
you're moving in too close
well trust me trust me you said
right before you just let me go
but you were my anchor
and now you're drowning me
I feel capsized, left lost to the sea
I'll cut this rope, man overboard
I'm safe to sink with the sea
without you
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why oh why do I just have to see it now?
and who was the fool who said
that only time will tell
now tell me how many mistakes does it take
to drown me
I knew it all along,
your words were too sweet, too strong
I couldn't make a sound
cause' your words carried the weight of the world
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What part did I not understand?
when you said you're with me until the end
the seas cry;
"come all weary, all sinking, all fearing,
all undeserving, I'll drown you in love"
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step back, step back
you're moving in too close
well trust me trust me you said
right before you just let me go
but you were my anchor
and now you're drowning me
I feel capsized, left lost to the sea
I'll cut this rope, man overboard
I'm safe to sink with the sea
My anchor
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samson
04:27
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I'm waiting for you to come around
I'm waiting for you to tie me up again and not make a sound
it only takes three tests to see the true colors of the enemy
so waste your time and tie me up
and break your binds like string close to a flame
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how it feel to be the fool
can't you see just who's playing who
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if I'm going down I'll take you down with me
blot out my eyes
but I will always see
it's all coming back
the strength that has left me
with all my mind I'm taking back
what you took from me
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what's in the answer you're looking for
now what did you expect from me
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I'm waiting for you o sell me out
I'm waiting for you to lure me in securely without a doubt
even with the strength of my secrets
you gain no strength oh my enemy
I'll sleep tight while you tie me up
and snap your ropes off my arms like they're threads
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how it feel to be the fool
can't you see just who's playing who
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
if I'm going down I'll take you down with me
blot out my eyes
but I will always see
it's all coming back
the strength that has left me
with all my mind I'm taking back
what you took from me
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you say the one who can't confide just can't love
yet you fool me with your time
and I trust in your lies
day after day my strength is leaving me
you finally got to me
so tired I could die
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I'll tell you everything
oh yes everything
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if I'm going down I'll take you down with me
blot out my eyes
but I will always see
it's all coming back
the strength that has left me
with all my mind I'm taking back
what you took from me
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sojourn
06:00
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I am a runner, but I don't know what I'm running to
my feet they are fastened in fear
and my bones are weak from the lack of touch from you
I'll never get used to being lonely
but somehow I've gotten so use to being used
if I could hold you I could I would I should
but you left me when things got tough for you
well it's tough for me too
couldn't you just show me how to walk talk or how to sing
couldn't you have just shown me anything
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I'm always seeking acceptance
cause I was never firmly accepted by you
except in my dreams which quit on me too
could someone please just stop
and show me how to grow
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am I an outcast, a counterfeit, or just alone
no up or down or no home away from home
I cry desperately for patience peace
what happened to seek and save the lost
and where were you when I needed you the most
just waited time and time and time again
for you to come around and make things right for you
and right for me too
couldn't you just show me how to walk talk or how to sing
couldn't you have just shown me anything
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I'm always seeking acceptance
cause I was never firmly accepted by you
except in my dreams which quit on me too
could someone please just stop
and show me how to grow
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It all comes down to being broken down
to sleep comfortably in your own skin
well if it all comes down to being broken down
then you've broke me
you can sleep tight by your own side
It all comes down to being broken down
to sleep comfortably in your own skin
well if it all comes down to being broken down
then you've broke me
I can sleep tight by my own side
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I was never firmly accepted by you
except in my dreams which quit on me too
could someone please just stop
and show me how to grow
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but You see the troubled, the afflicted
consider their grief and you take it in Your hands
I cry out for grace and you call me your son
my foundation, my father, my friend.
Whoa.
my foundation, my father, my friend.
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