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We all carry these things inside,
that no one can see.
They hold us down like anchors,
they drown us out at sea.
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Pick it up, pick it all up and start again. You've got a second chance, you could go home and escape it all. You could still be what you want to, what you said you where when I met you.
We all carry these things inside,
that no one can see.
They hold us down like anchors,
they drown us out at sea.