I feel like I've been walking in my sleep Digging trenches in the pavement With the soles of my feet And I feel like I've been running on gasoline I was so cold before I met you I was as cold as a machine
In a wake of your kindness Beneath the weight of your grace
I feel like I've been walking in my sleep Chasing shadows, throwing punches So tell me haven't I been breathing all these years Was I a ghost before I met you
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