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Mar 2018
In this city, blown up with lights
It's chilly but, it's warm inside
It's dark but, i still see your light
Your song stopped playing but, never in my mind
When will we sleep? If we can't find the time
I tried to explain the colors but, we all are colorblind
From this city blown up with lights.
EBTI
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EBTI  Riyadh
(Riyadh)   
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   eileen
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