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I Can't Save Your Soul

by @cecil-miller

A fever like I'm sinking into the bed And the pounding of the nails, The thorns pushed in my head As I live my life to give My everything away Because you said that you needed it, It's all yours, anyway. The thunder breaks and you start to cry. The moaning wind, and I ask you why? Is the life you're living really all that tough? Can I give you more? Will it ever be enough? I can save your life, But will I have to let you go, If I can't solve your riddle? No, I can't save your soul. The grind is hard as my blood turns into lead, Here the ringing of the bells, I see the flowing color red, And it's all for you, And everything I said, Because I knew that you wanted it. It's all yours anyway. The doors are open; you can see outside Of your guilded cage, you can stay and hide. Are the lies getting heavy, and it's tough To keep them straight? Will I ever be enough? I can save your life, But will I have to let you go, If I can't solve your riddle? No, I can't save your soul. You're free to go. I can't save your soul. If you're seeking more than this life, The answers are inside where I don't abide. I can't make you whole. No, I can't save your soul. You're free to go. I can't save your soul. If you're seeking more than this life, The answers are inside where I don't abide. I can't make you whole. No, I can't save your soul. You're free to go. I can't save your soul. If you're seeking more than this life, The answers are inside where I don't abide. I can't make you whole. No, I can't save your soul. You're free to go. I can't save your soul. If you're seeking more than this life, The answers are inside where I don't abide. I can't make you whole. No, I can't save your soul. No shackles bound you to the perch.
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