And here when I walk on streets..
Try to be of here, buy things not mine..
That is when you come to mind.
I feel an unkempt urge, to go back to you,
And keep you to me forever.
Like I had lost you.
I walk on curved alleys, lined with short clothes.
Artificial streets.
Even if I hold hands here,kiss,love.
I know you love me back.
Try to be of here, buy things not mine..
That is when you come to mind.
I feel an unkempt urge, to go back to you,
And keep you to me forever.
Like I had lost you.
I walk on curved alleys, lined with short clothes.
Artificial streets.
Even if I hold hands here,kiss,love.
I know you love me back.
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