| I could see my breath in the cold June morning air
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| The sun was pouring in over your mother’s hair
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| I was biting my bottom lip and speaking with walls
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| I was holding with a white knuckled grip
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| What wasn’t mine anymore
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| All I have wanted was those sweet words you said
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| Living is when you’re broken like bread
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| Oh, how those sweet Billows roll
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| Carry me, carry me, carry me home
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| We were waiting like sailors for the edge of the land
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| Taming my life with the ropes in my hands
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| We thought it so bitter, dark clouds taking clear skies
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| Turns out the rain gave us life
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| All I have wanted was those sweet words you said
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| Living is when you’re broken like bread
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| Oh, how those sweet Billows roll
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| Carry me, carry me, carry me home
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| No matter how hard I tried
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| Wrestle the helm from the waves of life
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| Just because we’re breathing doesn’t mean we’re alive
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| You’re the sweetest reason I’ve come to find
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| All I have wanted was those sweet words that said
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| Living is when you’re broken like bread
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| Oh, how those sweet Billows roll
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| And carry me, carry me, carry me home
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| Sweet Billows Roll
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| And carry me, carry me, carry me home
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| Carry me, carry me, carry me home
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| Carry me, carry me, carry me home |