in the things we could call making the new world,
tonight I call you one.
you, this, the change we want to see.
quietly built with words and guts
this is nothin special.
it ain't everything,
it's just this one thing
it's right, now. it's right, right now.
in the morning you hold me like you don't want to leave this TAZ.
and that means everything and nothing, friend.
we're in this together but everyone's on their own.
we need not state it, our bodies already know.
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