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You speak of concrete jungles full of unknown You speak of the last time and darkness that did unfold. How you’d nearly lost yourself there. In the city lights and noise.   How you can be surrounded by people and feel so alone How a house doesn’t make a home I know your tiring of the road Wish I could soothe your worries All I can offer is what I know I won’t hurt you like she did Wandering the streets without hope Black notebook full of black tears made with black pens I wont hurt you like she did.
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
Concrete Jungles
You speak of concrete jungles full of unknown You speak of the last time and darkness that did unfold. How you’d nearly lost yourself there. In the city lights and noise.   How you can be surrounded by people and feel so alone How a house doesn’t make a home I know your tiring of the road Wish I could soothe your worries All I can offer is what I know I won’t hurt you like she did Wandering the streets without hope Black notebook full of black tears made with black pens I wont hurt you like she did.
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taylor-jayne
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
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