City it leaves without traces
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Blind sparrow's carry me.
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Resting my head on a rainbow
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High in a tree.
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Laughing at me.
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Crying at me.
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Seeing through me.
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In mirrors of tears I'm reflected
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White naked figures twist the key.
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Turning my thoughts into shadows.
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Playing on the walls of me.
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Laughing at me.
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Crying at me.
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Seeing through me.
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THE JOURNEY
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| Pretty Things |
