don't hang on words 'cause
words aren't always heard.
now, they told us how to be set free
with prophecies that sound of madlibs,
jumbled and out of place.
we'll refuse to listen,
in the marigold borders
of this antique garden,
through the dischord of music
sung by slain friends.
we didn't think how to laugh
we didn't think how to dance.
we didn't think how to love.
we floated and waltzed
cross the dance floor,
laughing over another drink.
it's not in tomorrow.
it's not in apathy.
it's not in yesterday.
it's You and me.
it's here and now.
that we'll be set free.
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