Walk me away til I wander back through again wishing i'd've listened is wasted on me.
Taste it on me.
Like it's something you've never done.
Whisper my wings back up under me; wondering, why I've become so much more than I've done.
Will you cling to me?
Sing to me? Bring to me all of you?
Follow through all of these days of our lives...
Can you stay with me?
Pray with me? Say that you'll always be here with me dear with me all of these days of our lives!
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