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Hold your breath and count to 28 |
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Change is slow but I feel it taking shape |
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Folding over us like waves |
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On origami ocean tides, we sway |
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Like blueprints constantly being rearranged |
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Over microscopes we plan and strain |
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The finest print in the whitest ink |
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Before it dries, there's no time to think |
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It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim |
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But grey is not a compromise |
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It is the bridge between two sides |
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I would even argue that it is the color |
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That most represents God's eyes |
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Hold your breath and count to 29 |
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Connect the dots and cherish every line |
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Paper cuts and trails aside |
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Make a wish and hold it tight |
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This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try |
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'Cause grey is not a compromise |
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It is the bridge between two sides |
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The shores on which our stubborn land |
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And restless seas collide |
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Grey is not just middle ground |
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It is a truce that waits to be signed |
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I would even argue that, from where we stand |
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It most represents the color of God's eyes |
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So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes |
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Change is slow, but I feel it taking shape |
