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Oct 2018
Lights, lovers, I want the fame
Bright face and it to cover, guess there's only me to blame
But since the start jealousy’s lead my city
Oh so pretty
Locked in a trance, don’t give me pity.
For now I’m falling
Hope sprawling
Take me back home, I’m crawling
Don’t be sorry, there is no worry
I’m getting out of here, but I’m in no hurry
Cause if I run the spotlights will follow
They guilt me back, oh so shallow
And now my meanings are hollow
I will return to my hometown with my pride, I swallow.
Folie
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