LYRIC
Count out the pieces to keep it in tact
Four coins on the floor
A charm to keep calm
With a choice to ignore
Seasons pass in a glance
Relics from days on the graph
Holding firm in my hand
Proof to echo the sound
Proof to echo the sound
Proof to echo the sound
I know mine
Transport the bad thoughts
Practice seals it safe
Inside can be contained [Verse 2] The surface feels safe
Under the strain
Familiar shapes
Trusted doorways through
To where
Given a space
Without constant questions
Relying on time
To move all the fences
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