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Time wont know, It's been cold out, I, She wrote, I'm not prepared to, Honor the load, It's in the time, It's in the rising sun, For these memories that I see, It's the people that I meet, It's the people that I don't agree with that open my eyes, When I start to realize, What you're saying is similar to what I'm saying, Secretly we want the same things, We're speaking different languages as we start to scream, You don't hear me, We'll I hear you but I don't know how to interpret it, So then we realize, Or we part our ways, Or we start say I don't feel like this works, But then on another plane on another day, We see all of the lines, When you're mourning the dying, When you're secretly loving the things that come into view, Only it's been just a little part of when you were, Just a little part of all things, Just a part of it, Oh it just 1 or 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 8, 9, 10, And all these moments that rise and only, It's feeling ride only, x 2 Aye, x 2