The Trouble With Being Born

I broke it

And I’ve never felt so high

So open

I’ve been walking through the fire and I –

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Wish you were with me

I’d do anything, anything

To know you were with me

Oh I, wish you were with me

I’m no wayward son

There’s so much to be done before the end

I’m no wayward son

Have you noticed?

Have your fears been laid to rest?

Where should I go then?

How many sides must I defend against?

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Pure as the white

And driven snow

Mercy and Life

And still I hope

I’m no wayward son

I’m no wayward son

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