| Father forgive me I carved in a tree my heart is empty
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| Sorta chilly my thoughts are a breeze forever windy off to envy
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| The warm and friendly how’d You invent me I am bent see
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| I meant at the knee come and tempt me to believe this is significant
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| I have not a minute spent plotting through another plea for innocence
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| I have got another feeling here the others seem to lend
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| The undercover fear that never seems to bend
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| That never seems to end see me as a teen again or maybe even ten
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| When I’m trapped inside a dream sinking back inside sea of friends
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| Feeling trapped outside myself when I would speak to them
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| Like I’m strapped inside a helmet and their peeking in
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| Sinking even deeper then
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| Pastor said their demons then asks me to believe
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| If I ask to receive You, You will heal me then
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| Pass me through the vacuum in this bathroom
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| Where I’m hiding, counting, and breathing in
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| Pressure release the pleasure of peace
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| Be it measured by her gesture at a stretch for His fleece
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| The Messenger of such that she touched but a piece is so subtle
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| For the trouble she had kept was deceased
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| What she said in her head is what she meant on her feet
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| When she snuck in the crowd that had met on the street
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| Well I’m stuck in this crowd with my head on my feet
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| I know these chucks been around but I fear without me
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| Someone cut the sound I fear without sleep
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| A dream has it’s bounds that I swear I must keep
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| I swear I must breath I dared to arrive
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| So carry me here to where I’m alive
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| To where I am conscious clearer to self
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| Mirror to self You hear and You help
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| To where I am conscious tears couldn’t help
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| You hand me the knowledge that fear in itself
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| Is nothing but fear in itself |