| If you want it, I’ll give you an anchor
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| If you don’t, I’ll set you to sea
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| But should you ask me
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| For those truest of loves
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| I’d have to set you free
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| If you want to listen, hear the wind through my willows
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| If you want to cry, then cry at my feet
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| But if you think I am that pillar which you needed
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| Believe me, dearest, it ain’t me
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| Beyondless
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| Beyondless
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| I was going to stray, to the backwoods and boondocks
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| Be a bullet that ricochets, hits its target then recoils away
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| Held up for a little while, until I procrastinated
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| Wandered back to the throngs and the streets
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| Vagrant in the throes of this city
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| As it rises or descends to its deeps
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| At times there is no place too low to enter
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| Perfectly lost at sea internally
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| Beyondless
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| Altogether
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| Beyondless |