101010歌詞

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[ar:Sleeping At Last]
[al:Yearbook]
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[00:00.00]101010 - Sleeping At Last
[00:37.62]Hold your breath and count to 28
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[00:45.78]Change is slow but I feel it taking shape
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[00:53.94]Folding over us like waves
[00:57.94]On origami ocean tides we sway
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[01:06.45]Blueprints constantly being rearranged
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[01:14.67]Over microscopes we plan and strain
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[01:22.89]The finest print in the whitest ink
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[01:26.99]Before it dries there's no time
[01:29.87]An if feels like everything we've known is sink or swim
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[01:37.57]The grey is not a compromise
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[01:40.80]It le is bridge between two sides
[01:46.28]I would even argue that it is color
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[01:51.34]That most represents God's eyes
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[02:00.06]Hold your breath and count to 29
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[02:08.24]Connect the dots and cherish every line
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[02:16.48]Paper cuts and trails aside
[02:20.47]Make a wish and hold it high
[02:24.66]This time we'll try our very hardest not to try
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[02:31.49]'Cause grey is not a compromise
[02:34.47]It is the bridge between two sides
[02:39.45]The shores on which our stubborn
[02:41.98]And restless seas collide
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[02:48.16]Grey is not just middle ground
[02:51.43]Is it truce that waits to be signed
[02:55.94]I I would even argue that from where we stand
[03:01.10]It most represents the color of God's eyes
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[03:18.22]Uf fold our atlas is ange into paper planes
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[03:26.35]Change is slow but I feel it taking shape