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1:26 LISTEN TO THE PIANO

@SpontaneousSketches

5 жыл бұрын

I did and it's amazing, thanks. The drums after it are amazing too.

@williamcole960

5 жыл бұрын

Dude I know, that was one of my favorite parts of the song even before I heard this. It just adds so much to the melody

@suicidal.session

4 жыл бұрын

Hamilton vibes

@whisker_sr

3 жыл бұрын

omg this is a masterpiece

The intro is giving me major moonlight sonata vibes but who cares if it does or doesn't I love this so much

@jbro463

3 жыл бұрын

i think it’s tyler’s play on it

@smrittisridhar5439

3 жыл бұрын

@@jbro463 yeahh ig so

@Pupuh

3 жыл бұрын

It is.

At 3:07 if u listen closely you can here something similar to car radio

@acewinner9678

3 жыл бұрын

I dont get it

@drewmanchu3563

3 жыл бұрын

Dude I can’t figure out what I meant by this

@starcellars1873

3 жыл бұрын

@@drewmanchu3563 dude😂

the sounds at 00:20 and others like it throughout the trench album (like in cut my lip) make me feel like I'm in another world

This song is such a powerful song. Listening to this with headphones in takes me to a whole-nother world. It lets me take my mind off things for a few minutes. Thank you.

2:28 felt like there was an alien screaming

@nauraazziza360

5 жыл бұрын

It sounds like a vulture to me

@Aguiar412

4 жыл бұрын

Abdullrahman Hakamei yes, they also are in pet cheetah

@jjedits651

4 жыл бұрын

zIM??

@bacteriaa2712

4 жыл бұрын

Ikr, it sounds like the noises in tyler's first album

@SethhHarperr

3 жыл бұрын

A cemetery door

[Verse 1] What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solvin' And my problem? We glorify those even more when they My opinion, our culture can treat a loss like it's a win And right before we turn on them We give 'em the highest of praise And hang their banner from the ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way, no [Chorus] Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (Neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call (Call, call) Call (Call) Call (Call) [Verse 2] What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything? I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king" [Chorus] Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (Neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call [Bridge] Promise me this (Call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else (Ooh, call, ooh, call) [Chorus] Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (Neon gravestones try to call for my bones) [Bridge] But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them [Verse 3] Don't get me wrong, the rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion, in spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that it does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

i’m actually crying can someone give me tissues-

@jukka138

4 жыл бұрын

here you are, fren ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎ ||-//

@kayofficial7836

3 жыл бұрын

🧻Here we can share

@chickentendies6473

3 жыл бұрын

Here i

Ffs the instrumentals in this is one of the reasons why its one of my favourite songs on the album

DUDE THESE ARE COMING IN LIKE CANDY BARS, BUT THEY ARE AWESOME😱🔥🙏🙏

@Vooshooo

5 жыл бұрын

now all of trench is on my channel besides jumpsuit cause i got copyrightstriked

@owens.

5 жыл бұрын

@@Vooshooo That sucks

@Vooshooo

5 жыл бұрын

@@owens. yeah i know but click the top link is desc to hear everything

@owens.

5 жыл бұрын

@@Vooshooo Definitely

I loved the 8-bit square wave part idk it just tickled my brain just right

I'm sick and tired of all the hurt and lies And all the times we try to turn and hide From a stigma that doesn't scare me anymore All the pain and sorrow, what was it for? To paint a picture of the person I wanted to be But the person in the picture was never the real me The real me was terrified, locked in his room at night Listening through locked doors as they scream and fight Then my mom passed away, addicted to pills Loneliness and anger that was all i could feel She was ripped from my life like a bandage from a wound Hell who knows, maybe ill meet her again soon I needed her my life she was my one protection Now all I have left are her eyes in my reflection She shouldve been at my graduation, i hate it when my nana cries I want just one more conversation, just one more to say goodbye

@purpleturtle9147

3 жыл бұрын

this made me tear up a bit I hope you're doing alright fren stay alive its worth it

Call (Call) Call (Call) Call (Call) What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (Neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Call Call What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (Neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Call Call Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else (Call) (Call) Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (Call, call, call) Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

Respect man, 100% accurate. Saludos desde latinoamerica✌️

@Vooshooo

5 жыл бұрын

I didnt make this its the official one

@Sverrehope

5 жыл бұрын

Vooshooo this made me laugh

@youngdawn

5 жыл бұрын

@@Vooshooo still be cool lol; ether way, thanks for uploand it

What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call (Call, call) Call Call (call) What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Promise me this (call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

Omg this is beautiful !!

who tf disliked this

@Vooshooo

5 жыл бұрын

some kid who uploaded the instrumentals after me and was mad that my vids were getting more views than his lol! i told him that he was being selfish and treating everything like it was a race for the most views

@grim_rite

5 жыл бұрын

Vooshooo smh, some people can be so petty sometimes. even so, thank you for uploading this! I’ve been binging instrumental tøp songs recently and totally.. not... crying at how beautiful they all are

@sethflower2067

5 жыл бұрын

evie maria people who don’t have good taste in music that’s who. This song is in my top 3 most favorite songs of all time. It’s so powerful and gives me such a safe and happy feeling

Selling replay buttons : 2:10 2:10 2:10 2:10 2:10

Moonlight sonata anyone?

@guy8837

5 жыл бұрын

Very similar yes

@yc4522

4 жыл бұрын

Probably is a avariation of moonlight sonata

@rattlegoat

4 жыл бұрын

it's called sampling.

@themessageman2463

3 жыл бұрын

No

@noamlima9402

3 жыл бұрын

@@themessageman2463 board of canada substracted from her face shape feel plus the median with the moonlight sonata

Dude the piano solo sounds like moonlight sonata no.14

3:07

Soooo good man

2:28 :0

Can you make a video with only vocales of this song withouth instrumental?

@Vooshooo

5 жыл бұрын

unfortunately I can't. Vocals will come out eventually tho

@cristhiancruz6934

5 жыл бұрын

I understand, thank you very much for your work I like it

Nice!

Can you make a trees live version???

@Vooshooo

5 жыл бұрын

I could but there is already a ton of amazing edits out there and im working on other music currently so.... idk

I see the story in this beat. 👀

👍

My fav part 2:28

Habia visto que es de musicos como Moazart Bethoven, pero me pueden decir como se llama por favor

@Lilith.--

2 жыл бұрын

La banda se llama Twenty Øne Piløts, es la canción neon gravestones, este es solo el instrumental pero si gustas puedes buscarla así como tal y ver su letra en español, te va a gustar ✨

listen to this at 2 times speed

WHAT IS THE PIANO CALLED UGH IM IN LOVE

@SarcasticCupcake223

4 жыл бұрын

I'm pretty sure the piano sounds like a grand piano. I could be wrong though.

@kaydencehead7839

4 жыл бұрын

wing upright in keyscape supposedly

Anyone getting moonlight sonata vibes from the piano?

Replay 2:10 🥺🥺🥺

cadê os brasileiros nessa porra?

Shit

@anonymoususer2756

4 жыл бұрын

The instrumental?

@dimitrithedimitri

4 жыл бұрын

Fuck off hater

@thirst_man

4 жыл бұрын

What do you mean by shit ?

What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Promise me this (call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call (Call, call) Call Call (call) What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Promise me this (call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated Traduire en français

What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call (Call, call) Call Call (call) What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Promise me this (call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call (Call, call) Call Call (call) What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Promise me this (call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call (Call, call) Call Call (call) What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Promise me this (call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom Underneath the insane asylum Keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'Cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving And my problem? We glorify those, even more, when they My opinion Our culture can treat a loss Like it's a win and right before we turn on them We give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling Communicating, further engraving An earlier grave is an optional way No Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call (Call, call) Call Call (call) What's my problem? Don't get it twisted It's with the people we praise who may have assisted I could use the streams and extra conversations I could give up, and boost up my reputation I could go out with a bang They would know my name They would host and post a celebration My opinion will not be lenient My opinion, it's real convenient Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action We don't get enough love? Well, they get a fraction They say, "How could he go if he's got everything?" I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones (neon gravestones try to call) Call (For my bones) Call, call, call Promise me this (call, call) If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Promise me this If I lose to myself You won't mourn a day And you'll move onto someone else Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones Neon gravestones try to call (Neon gravestones try to call) Neon gravestones try to call for my bones But they won't get them No, they won't get them They won't get them But they won't get them Don't get me wrong The rise in awareness Is beating a stigma that no longer scares us But for sake of discussion In spirit of fairness Could we give this some room for a new point of view? And, could it be true that some could be tempted To use this mistake as a form of aggression? A form of succession? A form of a weapon? Thinking "I'll teach them" Well, I'm refusing the lesson It won't resonate in our minds I'm not disrespecting what was left behind Just pleading that "it" does not get glorified Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high Find your grandparents or someone of age Pay some respects for the path that they paved To life, they were dedicated Now, that should be celebrated

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