City's cold but we make up for the trying.
Heart is warm we hold on tight.
A lot of time has passed but,
we're not dying yet.
All to loose, can't sense the destination.
All to loose, can't sense the end.
Time is right we'll leave now,
not right yet
No one else will make these changes.
No one else will set the price.
Come rain come life into my chest.
Make me see and make me rest.
These years, one second.
Rapid sight.
Maybe we could and maybe we would
take every turn, and maybe we'd burn.
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