Balance from Movement by All Get Out

Standing still
I dropped a quarter in your wishing well Echoed back
I don’t want to feel this, I don’t want to feel that I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be that

Lover you love me Everybody know it’s true I get self involved
I don’t know if I’m well

You pull your weight in burden
Both your hands are hurting
Are you coming home this year, next week Burn the pastors kids and find a new lament Make a home to bury pointless dreams
Just don’t...don’t let go.

Come on, I love you
Come on, I love you
Georgia bound
All you bastards just making me look bad I’m starving now, and I don’t know if I’m well Hold on

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