| AN anchored heart used to feel so safe
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| Used to keep you from floating away like a feather untethered
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| Secret fears that you had came true, made you
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| Wonder what you were anchored to
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| Oh the playbill was so different
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| Chains feel like love by another name
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| And you’ve been looking for a brand new way to make the same mistake
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| It’s slurry words begging you to stay
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| Restless soul saying walk away
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| How did you end up here anyway?
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| The house on a rock can still be set aflame
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| One taste of another tree
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| Up and broke all the gravity
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| Shackle-born forever we
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| Are all held down by the weight of love
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| The heart beats blood and love so deep
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| Into wild veins that forever plead
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| to be filled with trust or unholy lust
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| a worn out oath on an unworn tongue
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| now a wildfire that you can’t outrun
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| were you fools in love?
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| Was that what is was?
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| You were on your knees begging for escape
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| Now you’re praying for just one more day to make the same mistakes
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| Are we better off
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| Making all the wrong choices
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| Hearing all the voices
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| Drinking all the wrong poisons?
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| Are we better off than not
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| Making all the wrong choices
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| Hearing all the voices
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| Making all the wrong noises? |