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Much Afraid, an album by Jars Of Clay on Spotify
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“God, I can’t do today” is a statement of faith
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Today in Music - September 16th, 1997
Jars of Clay releases their second studio album Much Afraid on Essential Records
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Convinced of my deception I've always been a fool I fear this love reaction Just like you said I would A rose could never lie About the love it brings And I could never promise To be any of those things If I was not so weak If I was not so cold If I was not so scared of being broken Growing old I would be... I would be... I would be... Blessed are the shallow Depth they'll never find Seemed to be some comfort In rooms I try to hide Exposed beyond the shadows You take the cup from me Your dirt removes my blindness Your pain becomes my peace If I was not so weak If I was not so cold If I was not so scared of being broken Growing old I would be... I would be... I would be... ...frail
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And then I see You there With Your arms open wide and You try to embrace me These lonely tears I cry They keep me in chains and I wish they'd release me Cold is the night but Colder still is the heart made of stone, turned from clay And if you follow me You'll see all the black, all the white fade to grey
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So, where do you think Bohr is now? If you met him again, what would you want to do? And, regardless of what you would want to do, what would you actually do?
Halldis paled, and cast a wary glance around, as if afraid that he would suddenly appear right there. "Probably a bandit camp or some other foul place. I don't really know...just...hopefully someplace far, far away from here."
Of course, that was likely too much to hope for. There was no reason to believe that the bandits from the river would not spill their guts about her the moment they saw him again. Halldis shook her head, "If I saw him now...I don't know...I-I suppose I'd want to leave or hide or I don't know...that sounds stupid and cowardly and pathetic b-but I just..." she stared at the ground, hand tightening into fists. It seemed unlikely that he'd do anything drastic right there by the city, not with all the guards, but she was not willing to bet on it.
"I can't fight him here. Not like this, so...I...I'd probably hide. Quietly. I-I'd hide and once he was gone I'd probably have to leave Whiterun."