{Anchor my soul no more Low Down} - [backwards]
You leave me hanging high
Lost my sense to confide
Blanks, confused and empty
Yet overcome with a relieving sigh
Silence, deafening silence
Wicked world running through your head
Tired of second guessing
What I did or what it was I said
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
Anchor My Soul No More
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