Nov 2015
Sitting in the coffee shop
I feel their eyes on me
I don't belong in public places
That is plain to see
I Prefer the walls that are at home
They are compassionate towards me
I feel their eyes on me
I don't belong in public places
That is plain to see
I Prefer the walls that are at home
They are compassionate towards me
(Durban (South Africa))
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