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Sunday, June 13, 2010

there's so much craziness, surrounding me,
there's so much going on, it gets hard to breathe.
when all my faith has gone, you bring it back to me.
you make it real for me .
when I'm not sure of, my priorities,
when I've lost site of, where I'm meant to be,
like holy water, washing over me.
you make it real for me.
and I'm running to you baby,
you are the only one who saved me.
that's why I've been missing you lately,
cause you make it real for me.
when my head is strong, but my heart is weak,
i'm full of arrogance, and uncertainty,
but I can find the words, you teach my heart to speak,
you make it real for me.

-james morrison. (you make it real.)


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