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Summer and Ben Howard

Too much time on my hands Has me doing things I know I shouldn’t Has me thinking things I thought I’d left Behind. If my mind is a river, My hands are bridges. If my heart is the ocean, My hopes are dead weight. If my soul is the rain, Fear and guilt are the roof Above my head, And all the Battles I’ve waged Against myself Have been for naught, it seems, Because I’m losing the War. My compass points north. I Know it does. I know it. But my feet are chained to the ground. My feet are chained to the ground.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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