With fear comes laughter and I'll hold it in yet another slow change I unwillingly begin we breathe the same ocean of words what will be the lessons tossed upon the waves I've earned. Cause i don't know what's left falling out of my plans fade away the memories are going stronger stance and I don't know what's left falling out of high plains roll on with the passing thunder crashing still. Tears fall faster when I'm low within yet another slow anticipation wears me thin if we sustain the stones unturned what will be the path that's left for us when we return. Cause i don't know what's left falling out of my plans fade away the memories are going stronger stance and I don't know what's left falling out of high plains roll on with the passing thunder crashing still. so if i could hum like the wind if i could hum like the wind wish i could hum like the wind if i hum like the wind will I change . And if i rush like a wave if i could rush like a wave wish i could rush like a wave if i rush like a wave could i change easy change but im buried without a trace im like a stone everyday slow the cold face of change im buried wihtout a trace blah blah
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