Anchor
Marching Along, Like A Good Soldier Does.
I’m Setting Sail, With Anchors Holding Me Down.
Pack Up My Bags, Stow Them Away.
Bidding Farewell To All That Is Safe.
Chorus
Will I Come Up For Air, Come Up For Air.
After A while The Coroner is Calling Me,
lulling Me Waving Goodbye.
I’m Out Here Alone, Oh God Can You Save Me Now?
Sinking My Heart Turns To Stone.
Atreyu - Lead sail (and a paper anchor)
Word: Glass
Gaiaholics Anonymous - Addicts Welcome
A guild for Gaiaholics and Gaia Addicts alike
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