I could take steps in this moon and that cloud
Look at my breath and still feel the warm out
This isn't about seasons, atau about rhyme and reason
Trying to be smart but my 0's and 1's
Only tunjuk starts in my toes and thumbs
Nothing adds up but agrees, anda become us and makes three
Cheers to such an old invention
Dear, we touched the fourth dimension
Bottle rockets and time bombs and warheads
We could go back, atau keep on, atau be led
Follow me to the chapel, we're the kinds of the castle
It's a science, but there's room to believe
In the riots, I find anda and I breath
This isn't for the weak hearts, but everyone's...
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