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Holocene Lyrics by Zella Day Ft. Weyes Blood

Hot water
Hot summer dreams
Hot temperatures
I see it on strangers
Any day now, my phone will ring
I'll be on an airplane
With my socks in my carry-on

I'm mad at the weather
It's wrong for the time of year
The start of September
So what does your gender reveal?

And I go on
And you go on
Time forgets no one
It never grows tired
Burns like a fire

I miss San Francisco
My friend is in college there
She doesn't come back much
About once a year
And in Colorado
The sun has been beating down
On the morrow was snow fall
Scaring the people in the town
I've read on the freeways
Now that it's in the air
Please, won't you stay at home?
For many that's nowhere

Do you go on?
Do they go on?
Time forgets no one
She isn't a liar
Time is a fire
Time forgets no one

Time, time forgets no one
Time forgets, time
Time forgets no one
Time forgets, time forgets
Time forgets
Time forgets no one
Time forgets no one
Time forgets no one
Time forgets, time
Time forgets no one

Zella Day Ft. Weyes Blood - Holocene Lyrics

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