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Вершы: Poor Old Lu. A Month Of Moments.

It swept me in, it tossed me out, I fear
And the consequence is clear
Listen to the heartbreak, my dear
And now I sit alone

I count the words in me if you could only see
Sometimes choice is crippling, abide in me

Am I full of pride, or lost inside?
When I stand alone, I am alone
Have not the strength to break this shame
If I hate the sin and let it in
Do I see His arms are open wide?

It?s deafening to hear the ring of sin
And the waves are crashing in
Will I ever, ever win? So take me home

I find these words in me if you would only see
The choice could make you free, abide in me

Am I full of pride, or lost inside?
When I stand alone, I am alone
Have not the strength to break this shame
If I hate the sin and let it in
Do I see His arms are open wide?

And the moment was, or the moment is
Help me stand in the present time
And the moment was, or the moment is

Poor Old Lu