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All Of Us
As soon as you stepped through my door,
I saw You for the first time all over again.
Time while spent seems
Lonelier than the way it used to go.
As I smell You for the first time all over again
I begin to remember to be in love
So if you don't mind
I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve,
'Cause I'm tired of not being able to bleed
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
I felt the lost
For some time I slipped, stumbled,
But fell face first straight
In Your hand.
Then I hit my head on Your palm
And wakened up to the smell of
Tears drying up in the sand.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
I just ...(Screams)
All of us are searching for an open arm
Well, it's a shame how I pull myself apart.
When it's the same words making me run for cover to Your arms.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
When it's the same words making me run for cover to Your arms.
All of us are searching for an open arm
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All of us are searching for an open arm
When it's the same words making me run for cover to Your arms.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
When it's the same words making me run for cover to Your arms.
Well, it's a shame how I pull myself apart.
All of us are searching for an open arm
I just ...(Screams)
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
Tears drying up in the sand.
And wakened up to the smell of
Then I hit my head on Your palm
In Your hand.
But fell face first straight
For some time I slipped, stumbled,
I felt the lost
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark.
All of us are searching for an open arm.
'Cause I'm tired of not being able to bleed
I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve,
So if you don't mind
I begin to remember to be in love
As I smell You for the first time all over again
Lonelier than the way it used to go.
Time while spent seems
I saw You for the first time all over again.
As soon as you stepped through my door,
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