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Your thoughts are circumstantial,
and my life is a constant mess,
your thoughts are seperated,
and mine are distressed
The plan is to play with,
the game is stretched,
under the bleachers,
the players rest
Their hours of the day,
are ours of night,
their chance to learn,
is our chance to grow up right
The more reasons you have,
to embrace chance,
the more your right,
and the more it's might
memory is part of the journey
but truth gets in between
the stories and the lies
and sings a song you can't ever forget
