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In the Quiet Moments
How do I sit in the quiet moments
When I want to rip my soul from me
Time is slow except when you want it to turn
Sitting on a rock pile whistle won’t go off for hours
Biding your time against your sanity
Sanity screams set me free
The clock isn’t a minute past midnight
So I go back into figuring
What I’ll do with the time that runs out
I don’t want to give this away
Seconds pass time turns I find my quiet times
But I want to run free from the things that hold me back
Wheel keeps turning
Sun keeps a rising
What do I do in the moments in between
Wheel keeps turning
Sun keeps a rising
What do I do in the moments in between
What do i do in the moments of my life
Wheel keeps turning
Sun keeps rising
What do I do in the in between
When I want to rip my soul from me
Time is slow except when you want it to turn
Sitting on a rock pile whistle won’t go off for hours
Biding your time against your sanity
Sanity screams set me free
The clock isn’t a minute past midnight
So I go back into figuring
What I’ll do with the time that runs out
I don’t want to give this away
Seconds pass time turns I find my quiet times
But I want to run free from the things that hold me back
Wheel keeps turning
Sun keeps a rising
What do I do in the moments in between
Wheel keeps turning
Sun keeps a rising
What do I do in the moments in between
What do i do in the moments of my life
Wheel keeps turning
Sun keeps rising
What do I do in the in between
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