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Atreyu Lead Sails Paper Anchor

Marching alone like a good soldier does I?m setting sail with anchors holding me down Pack up my bags, stow them away Bidding farewell to all that is

: Come on!!! Grab the bull by the horns the old adage goes. Nobody tells you where to go from here. Seems like fates pulling you. Decisions have to be

: Resolute a stance of defiance Always teetering on the brink Nothing can hold you back when When you're not holding back a thing Open arms (we) embrace

: Bang! Explosions in my head that just won?t quit A train has crashed into the wall around my heart and left the old me dead Obliterated Stop! My breathing

: All walled up I can taste the winter I would shut up if I thought that it mattered That's what it feels like When you're stitched into the skin I feel

: Marching along Like a good soldier does I?m setting sail With anchors Holding me down Pack up my bags. Stow them away I?m bidding farwell To all that

: So fucking Blow those words out the back of your head I've heard it all and I?m done with that shit You tell me lies and You give what you get So blow

: You 're always looking back running from the past You 're always sweating me about the next big heart attack You 're looking over your shoulder Staring

You 're always looking back running from the past You 're always sweating me about the next big heart attack You 're looking over your shoulder Staring