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Harbor

Collapse

Cauterize

Canopy

Heavy 
Committed to a low
I’ve listened to a hope 
Fall apart

And I’ll reap 
Whatever I have sewed 
When the truths been swallowed
Will it pass

High up
I look up to your thrown
The path is overgrown 
and abandoned

I feel
A prayer falling off my tongue 
Well I am weak and someone
Outta know 

That all my strength is at the surface
Repave but stumble at a straw
So I’ll repaint it as a virtue

For glory
I’ll tell you a story 

She sees me first thing in the morning
Maybe she’ll never notice
How soon it starts

I’m needing her near
More and more and I fear
She doesn’t know

That all my strength is at the surface
I’m convinced that I am strong, I’m not
Tell ya I’m fine when I’ve been hurting

For glory 
I’ll tell you a story
For glory 
Keep the suffering silent 
Tell you a story where I win

Datcha