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Hands in line
Arms close to my side
I'm fighting tides
Of an ocean's undertows
And I figure that I might not make it out
Taking empty but seldom speaking
And the words retreat
Yeah they breath in histories
Still at ease
And the stories untold
And my arms unfold
My hands are high
And I'm holding on I'm holding out
And I figure that I
Figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories
Into stories untold but I
I unfold
See now my qualities are what you see now
In the corner of your eye
And don't be surprised
If you hear the bells ring
As they fall from the sky
They sound bong bong bong bong ba da
Yea yea yeah ah ba ba da da
Bong bong bong bong ba da yea yea yea
My my whoa oh
High in the night
And I'm always holding on
I missed enough
And I'm holding out your side
And I'm holding out this time
Cause I figure that I and I figure that I
Just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathin histories
And the stories untold
But I
I unfold
