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I stumbled in the streets
Upon hands and knees
There's a fire in my head
But the streams aren't coming yet

There's nothing here I want
There's nothing here I need
A soul's not built of stone
No, nothing concrete

I'm sick of reaching out
Could you reach down
I'm sick of reaching out
Could you reach down

You were given more than I
A life not built on a divide
And I've always sought out home
To mend the distance here inside

But I've been set up for failure
A selfish circumstance
Carried out by a concubine
Down a broken family branch

And scars don't really heal
You just go on, forget they're real
So where's this hope you say I have
Is it just enough to know I can run back

But I'm sick of reaching out
Could you reach down
I'm sick of reaching out
Could you stoop down
To this lowly place
I know you've been much deeper down

No matter where I go
You still won't pull me out