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Every saint has a past

every sinner has a future

billowing sails on the mast

these wounds shall be sutured

we can be more than what you say

In the shallows we wade, desperate to make our way.

Raise your hands release the pain!

Raise your hands release the pain!

Let it go!

the past can't define us

Let it go!

our life is what we create

Let it go!

If our past must define us

should we wipe the slate

there's a way to wake up

free you from your sleep

In the shallows we wade, desperate to make our way

The deep we drift a way, an anchor with no chain.

Every saint has a past, every sinner a future

if we bend to the will of others, we lose ourselves in the mists

LET IT GOOOOO

I've found my way the wind it slower takes me astray

Accept the fray, take on the burden of the day

In shallow we wade desperate to make our own change

Drift away, an anchor with not change

I've found my way!