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He's on top of the mountain Pulling me up I'm on the ocean floor Dragging him down I cut the rope And let him go He's up in the sky Soaring Flying Finally free I'm no longer his anchor
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Anchor
He's on top of the mountain Pulling me up I'm on the ocean floor Dragging him down I cut the rope And let him go He's up in the sky Soaring Flying Finally free I'm no longer his anchor
findingtherealwonderland
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
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