1, 2, 3, 4 c'mon!

Every change is a loss, every life turns to rot
Every smile needs to cry, what is young will be old
These are the clichés that you wanted to forget
Every end has a start, every story must be told

What is born must die, no matter what you want

These are the cliches, but they are source of fear
And You know this feeling all too well
Every story can be told in a hundred ways
Who gives them meaning? Who decides if they make sense?

One, two, three, four, five
Once you caught a fish alive
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Then you let it go again
Why did you let it go?
Because it bites your finger so

Every loss is a change
Let it go, let it go again
Behind every pleasure there is a pain
Let it ride, let it ride again



Credits
Writer(s): Michał Matraszek
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