William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore - Sometimes Our Dreams Float Like Anchors songtekst
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And the hammer swings high and comes down hardDrive another nail into my coffin lid And as the days go by if I can play my part Well I'll feel no remorse for what I did Your mother would cry if she only could But those days are gone, those days are gone And she always tried to see the good in everything that And sometimes our dreams they float like anchors in hopeless waters oh way down here Sometimes it seems that all that matters most are all the things that you can't keep Oh, the skin, Oh, the skin That this old world has placed me in I can't wait to shed, I can't wait to shed Lord I'll be free when I'm dead