Can you see the air change?
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Can you see that a hear breaks?
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I know that both do happen.
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But all I want is faith.
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Because I can feel this,
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And so much so I believe it.
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But still there is a struggle,
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And all I want is faith.
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And I believe I'll move the mountains,
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I think,
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Or maybe I'll drown in the sea.
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Keep holding on,
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All I got is holding on these roses,
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The thorns keep on digging but my soul believes...please.
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So here I breathe in oxygen I can't see,
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The oxygen that keeps me alive and wary,
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Oh, yes I do perceive
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That like the birds find provision and sanctuary,
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You do this even more so for me...
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But all I want is faith.
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And I believe I'll more the mountains,
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I think
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Or maybe I'll drown in the sea.
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Keep holding on,
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All I got is holding on these roses,
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The thorns keep on digging but my soul believes...please.
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Places, seasons,
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Millions of pieces,
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Together and all alone,
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Needing, Repeating,
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Living and bleeding,
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Lost in the cohesion.
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Stagnant or will I run?
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Give up or will I run into arms that are open?
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Get rid of all the fear,
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I know that you are here.
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Keep holding on,
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All I got is holding on these roses,
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The thorns keep on digging but my soul believes...I see!
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And it's reminding me
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That the thorns you wear
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Is love that we must share.
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Roses
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The Rocket Summer |