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June 08 The good left undone - Rise AgainstIn fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet, bending there in my direction. I wrapped a hand around its stem and pulled until the roots gave in, finding there what I've been missing. And I know.... So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's wrong. There's a point we pass from which we can't return. I felt the cold rain of the coming storm... All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean; longing for the shore where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice; all you have to do is shout it out! Inside my hands these petals browned; dried up falling to the ground, but it was already too late now. I pushed my fingers through the earth, returned this flower to the dirt; so it could live, I walked away now. But I know... Not a day goes by when I don't feel this burn. There's a point we pass from which we can't return. I felt the cold rain of the coming storm... All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean; longing for the shore where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice; all you have to do is shout it out! All because of you. All because of you. All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean; longing for the shore where I can lay my head down. Inside these arms of yours. All because of you I believe in angels. Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos; the kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place. I'll follow your voice; all you have to do is shout it out! -' - . -' -
Nunca me había emocionado de esta forma al escucharla...
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