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19 years on this earth.
Lord… I thank You...
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You were the high tide.
You were the undertow too...
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I am not the one
Who made the...
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When sin becomes too sweet to quit,
you stop fighting it...
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Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive...
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Long before time began
My soul was holding your soul’s hand...
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Dust
Red clay...
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She was right-
And she typically wasn’t about many things back...
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Missy my love
You are the sunshine of my life...
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Thin
Very thin...
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This thought is simple,
Kind of juvenile...
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Picking up the pieces,
Filling in the blanks...