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Cross the border of familiarity I've become a stranger to myself Treading unspoken territory Inevitably forgetting the past We are runaway children The sun beats on We beat on Where do we lay our heads If every night I lie awakened Slip into unconsciousness The lines between alive And living are blurred Sitting Waiting Sleeping And in every sunrise and Sunset we look for something If God plays hide and seek Then we must be what We've been searching for
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
3/23/15
Cross the border of familiarity I've become a stranger to myself Treading unspoken territory Inevitably forgetting the past We are runaway children The sun beats on We beat on Where do we lay our heads If every night I lie awakened Slip into unconsciousness The lines between alive And living are blurred Sitting Waiting Sleeping And in every sunrise and Sunset we look for something If God plays hide and seek Then we must be what We've been searching for
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
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