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I miss when we were friends I miss when we were close But the number one thing I miss is when I missed you the most

As cold iron moves north and south In rhythm with these lungs breathing We all wander in our worlds with no implied meaning except to keep our chest beating Too much thought can be misleading When all we’re really needing is to Give a damn in these flooded waters and not be so focused On how we got here As cold iron moves north and south Row Row Row harder against the current of change All in the interests of making a name We tried calling but there’s no ringing And if it doesn’t work we can always start again tomorrow Except there’s holes in this hot air balloon and we’re crashing soon As cold iron moves