| I am here
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| You are too
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| Who am I
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| To try and change you
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| Looking to the left
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| And to the right for safety
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| Looking everywhere
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| But the Lord lately
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| Strip off the cover, untie the knot
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| It hurts to care, hurts worse to not
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| It’s the edge of a cliff we’re living on
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| So drink it in…
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| before you blink and it’s gone
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| A salt dry tear
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| Cry you, cry me
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| An ocean deep fear
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| A sky high need
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| Blanket over cold
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| Air to the suffocating
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| Water to the ones
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| Who stand and cry out thirsty
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| Strip off the cover, untie the knot
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| It hurts to care, hurts worse to not
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| It’s the edge of a cliff we’re living on
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| So drink it in…
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| before you blink and it’s gone
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| It’s a joke… it’s a crime
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| to pretend we’re not alive
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| it’s the hope… that we’re right
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| and the truth is under light
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| it’s the air we breathe
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| it’s the air we breathe
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| Strip off the cover, untie the knot
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| It hurts to care, hurts worse to not
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| It’s the edge of a cliff we’re living on
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| So drink it in…
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| before you blink and it’s gone |