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Type Three - Anberlin
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Type Three Anberlin

Type Three - Anberlin
I have my reasons for the vices I embrace
A world of treasons and I'm their only escape
No one else here has conversations that drowned their head
16 is nothing and never will be til I am dead

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby
Take hold the hand that needs you lately
I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to wait on you anymore
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby

Daydream that the world stands still
Dancing through the fibers of time
Maybe I just want to hold
Something that was never meant to be mine
I look to heaven to save me
And you call me naïve
Rather been a hopeless lover
Than cursed with disbelief

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby
Take hold the hand that needs you lately
I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to wait on you anymore
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby

Listen carefully now to the words that I choose
Speak only when you are spoken to
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