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Woorden: Jars Of Clay. Good Monsters. Work.

Just in case
I will leave my things packed
So I can run away
I cannot trust these voices

I don't have a lot of prospects
That can give some kind of peace
There is nothing left to cling to
That can bring me sweet release

I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing
That's taking all this work

Do you know what I mean
When I say I don't wanna be alone?
What I mean when I say
I don't wanna be alone?

Empty spaces
Shadows hit by streetlights
The warning signs and weight
Of tired conversations

In the absence of a shoulder
In the absence of a thief
On the brink of this destruction
On the eve of bittersweet

Now all the demons look like prophets
And I'm living out
Every word they speak
Every word they speak

Do you know what I mean
When I say I don't wanna be alone?
What I mean when I say
I don't wanna be alone?
What I mean when I say
I don't wanna be alone?

Do you know what I mean
When I say I don't wanna be alone?
What I mean when I say
I don't wanna be alone?

What I mean when I say
I don't wanna be alone?
Alone, alone
I don't wanna be alone

I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing
It's taking all this work