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Anchor
Artysta: Osker
Cristina, I`m tired of being so far away.
Yeah, I`m still here; I`m not going.
What if I try and stop?
I`m responsible for you.
Until the anchor breaks.
Four years ahead.
What are you thinking?
I feel so together.
I need you now.
You have faith, but I know that I won`t last.
Aren`t we so tired of waiting for days to end?
How do we tread on when these fuckers are making our plans?
Dear everyone, I`ve been thinking.
I feel misrepresented.
Things are moving to slow; I want the control of this.
"There`s got to be some kind of way out of here."
It`s a lie too only yourself.
When people have you figured, carvings that read, "idle will kill."
Goddamn, it gets so hard not knowing what`s going on.
All the while I carry your cross.
Who owns these desires?
You haven`t said a word but I understand.
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