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- Jason Mraz

Ha

nds in line.

Arms close to my side.

I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertow.

And I figure I might not make it.

And I'm taking empty.

But seldom keeping.

And the words retreat breathing histories into stories untold.

And I unfold.

My hands are high.

And I'm holding out, holding up.

Because I figure that I just might make it.

And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping.

And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold.

And I unfold.

Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye.

Don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring.

They form from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong.

And I'm holding up because I figure that I just make it.

And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping.

And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold.

And I unfold.