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Sep 2016
the ground we built our world upon is sinking fast beneath our feet
i'm begging for a sign but you've lost the will to speak
all the hope is here right now
all the hope is fading beneath the ground
buried but breathing
mistaken meaning within the empty spaces your words are leaving
some say that love is all you need
only fools expect miracles from such soiled seeds
if a pictures worth a thousand words
i'll be the loudest noise you've ever heard
you mistake the home for the cage
i hold tight while you're wasting away
i'll count my blessings within the rain
left soaking wet and you never hear me complain
Anthem
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Anthem
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   Doug Potter
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