Tethered heart, thorns in deep
Tethered heart,
thorns in deep...
Leaving marks,
my insecurities creep...
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Tethered heart,
thorns in deep...
Leaving marks,
my insecurities creep...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the sexton's ear His own dull chimes
Ding dong
ding dong
The world is in a simmer like a sea Over a pent volcano, — woe is me All the day long...