
Oh me of little faith.
The cat scratches it's tail while barking at the wind.
Daydreams swinging at the dawn of the day,
untill one day screaming, I wake up and pray.
This is all being said in just another way.
Then, while you're standing at the brink of the edge,
remember our savior, who had everything to give.
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