| Do I have to kill all the sheep for the shepherds attention?
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| The tension is growing
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| Like a train wreck in my chest
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| I’m trying my best to get a hold of you
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| But nothing is working
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| Healer did you get my call?
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| Sewn between the cracks of wood
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| We all hang on what could be
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| Healer will I claim your call or deny you until I fall?
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| We all hang on what could be
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| I know I sound like the Devil tempting you and such
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| This cross on my back has grown to be too much
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| The crown on my head won’t fit
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| My sword is dull from the drag
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| I am the wounded carried
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| I’m not carrying the wounded
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| Healer did you get my call?
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| Sewn between the cracks of wood
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| Healer will I claim your call or deny you until I fall?
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| We all hang on what could be
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| Give me your eyes
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| So I can see the potential inside
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| Give me your eyes
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| So I can see why you claim to be part of me
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| Storms coming soon
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| I’ll be there with you
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| Was it my debt I saw it through?
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| Every conviction reflecting you? |
| {X3]
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| (I feel you near me) |