This Protector

I never thought that I had to be this protector
So many thoughts inside my head
A strange collector

But now
But now
But now

Now, now, now, now, now
You thought you heard a sound
There's no one else around
Looking at the door
It's coming through the floor

Three hundred people living out in West Virginia
Have no idea of all these thoughts that lie within ya

But now
But now
But now

Now, now, now, now, now
You thought you heard a sound
There's no one else around
Looking at the door
It's coming through the floor



Credits
Writer(s): John Anthony White
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