Time leans against places
We can not control
Faded faces are motions
That can move too fast for us
Arguments get too deep
But turn around in time
Love gets lost
But we somehow find ourselves
Whirlwinds have order
And will pass you up
This time around
Giving up means nothing
To a survivor
Who has saved
A dyeing human being
Maybe we do mean something
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