A season for the both of us
A reason that rose off the coffin
Blown wishes off the dandelion
The truth is all these changes take time
I held you with broken arms
Competition has last its charm
Smoke signals blur the new frontier
Loud whispers are the hardest to hear
Skeleton stampede, a soldier returned,
I made a mess
, lay me down like the rest
Powdered cannons and loaded guns
We're just mad 'cause we've always wanted
Blown wishes off the dandelion
The truth is all these changes take time
We had a good run, ripping pedals
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