My friends walk infront of me
To a place where the liners go
Some things we will recognise
From the world we have seen before
'N in the back there is a subtle grow
Left hand knows what the right one don't
Still this happens, something coming
Still this happens, something coming
Still this happens, somethings coming, somethings coming
My friend's right infront of me
There's a face that I use to know
My world there's too much for me
And I feel like a letting go
Left hand knows what the right one don't
Still this happens, something coming
Still this happens, something coming
Still this happens, somethings coming, somethings coming
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