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Sep 2013
I don’t have the patience to wait for this world to turn I want off

Gonna watch what happens for a while from a mile high

Sick of doubt and misplaced anger leading me alone through danger

Watching weighing possibilities to where could I fit in with ease?

Nowhere seems as good as any, a room for me to sing to many

Or somewhere new where I could go, a place for me to lay low

Either way those faces fit and that’s why I must escape it
Bernardo Soares
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Bernardo Soares  London
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