Cause You can take as fast as You give I'm left with what You leave We give thanks when we want not We seek in turmoil alone Take my eyes, make them Yours Take my heart, make it Yours You are the giver, creator, destroyer Mold me, make me, shape me Cause I want to run til my feet grow tired Carry me, carry me home Why do I only want? When You're all that I need
I am what You make of me, what You make of me I am what You make of me, what You make of me, what You make of me I am what You make of me, what You mold of me, what You make of me I am what You make of me, what You make of me, what You make of me
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