| I still lie awake at night
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| Dreaming, doubting, reveling
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| Please, give my hand the words to write
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| Because I just need this off my mind
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| Please, give my tongue the language to speak
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| Refuse to bend to this world of blight
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| Communication
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| Communication, bleed from my veins to the page
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| Unlock the capillaries
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| My inner securities
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| Given a preview to all of this pain
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| I’m only aching from their weight
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| I’m only aching from their weight
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| I’m only aching
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| And I’ll sing about love
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| Even when it’s so hard to trust
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| Still point towards compassion
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| Though sometimes I’m scared
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| (And I’ll sing about love)
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| And I’ll sing about love
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| Even when it’s so hard to trust
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| Still point towards compassion
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| Though sometimes I’m scared
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| In truth, this is our escape as much as theirs
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| Dancing, sweating, bleeding
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| Passion, give my lungs the air to declare your name
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| Because I’ve seen gardens wither in apathy and shame
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| Seen the prevailing of frozen water over the splitting rock
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| The sweeping of snow o’er the plains
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| (And I’ll sing about love)
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| And I’ll sing about love
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| Even when it’s so hard to trust
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| Still point towards compassion
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| Though sometimes I’m scared of being touched
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| And I’ll sing about love
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| Even when it’s so hard to trust
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| Still point towards compassion
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| Though sometimes I’m scared of being touched
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| Give me strength to raise your banner
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| Testify, «Not all is lost!»
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| Communion, from the crowd to the stage
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| Baptism in the rhythms
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| We all lose our way
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| We all long to be saved, we all bleed the same!
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| We’re only aching from the weight
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| We’re only aching
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| Give us strength, give us passion
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| Baptism in the rhythms
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| Give us strength, give us passion
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| Baptism in the rhythms
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| Give us strength, give us passion
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| So child, take up your courage, quiet your mind
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| They are only the strains of living
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| The vibrating of the strings
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| We have to learn to see the beauty
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| In the struggle, play on when our fingers bleed
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| I’ll take existence, in all of its substance
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| Count it all a blessing
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| This life will stretch and grow you
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| We’re only aching from beating out the time
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| And no matter how we mistrust the light
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| We’re all waiting for morning
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| We’re all waiting for morning |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Waiting for Morning to Come , by - Being As An Ocean. Song from the album Waiting for Morning to Come, in the genre Пост-хардкор