We got these anxious hearts
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Screaming for a crowd of careful ears
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They're getting restless
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They're growing oh so tired now
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From a patience that they've never found
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Your palms now perspire just barely enough
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And you're scared you'll lose your grip
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When you hear this sweet melody you will know the tune
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Is calling you home
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And these anxious hearts resisting falling in
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Cuz the fall is bound to bruise
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We're not willing to let this bury itself deep inside
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Where it's welcome to scratch our skin
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Your palms now perspire just barely enough
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And you're scared you'll lose your grip
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When you hear this sweet melody you will know the tune
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Is calling you home
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We're gona hang our heads for now
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Hoping that soon someone will come around
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And give a symphony to satisfy something we believe is ours
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And we just can't ignore
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And these anxious hearts resisting falling in
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Cuz the fall is bound to bruise
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We're not willing to let this bury itself deep inside
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Where it's welcome to scratch our skin
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Your palms now perspire just barely enough
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And you're scared you'll lose your grip
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When you hear this sweet melody you will know the tune
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Is calling you home
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We're gona hang our heads for now
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Hoping that soon someone will someday just come around
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And give a symphony to satisfy something we believe is ours
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And we just can't ignore
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Barely Enough
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| Lux Courageous |
