| I want love to stretch it’s fingers wide
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| And touch on all our wandering parts.
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| Come sit by my Californian side
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| With your Carolina heart.
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| If you let me be your anchor
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| I will hold you down.
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| If you let me be your anchor
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| I will hold you down.
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| If I see the thin trace of his hands
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| Let the winter pay all my dues
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| Let me forgive every single man
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| That before me came to you.
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| If you let me be your anchor
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| I will hold you down.
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| If you let me be your anchor
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| I will hold you down.
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| So find me when you welcome back your roots
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| And I will be where all of your ends meet.
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| I want the feeling waking next to you
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| I want to find my children at your feet.
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| If you let me be your anchor
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| I will hold you down.
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| If you let me be your anchor
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| I will hold you down.
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| Ooohhh
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| Oooh oh oh oh oh oh Ooohhh |