The change comes slowly.
The night is breathing down your neck.
Together we'll walk on water.
We must set our minds free.
The change comes slowly.
The party ends abruptly.
And all I want from you,
is one dance,
so the devil knows I'm the king.
Don't fight it,
Don't erode yourself.
The trickery is that we never understood that not accepting our powerlessness is not the same thing as rising against ourselves.
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