| No I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go
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| By the streets of my city
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| Now I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go
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| By the streets of my city, how I wish, how I wish
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| A day lying in my storm
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| Still fly alone like I’ve allways done
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| It s just the kind of things i love
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| So proud of myself
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| I’m the opposite of you
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| So you appear in certain forms
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| It allways hurts so i destoy it
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| These are that kind of things I avoid
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| When a motherfucker took me a photograph of you
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| And i looked back
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| A girl that never smiled
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| It was the day that star played in our city, again
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| And I saw that night
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| And all these treasures inside
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| Ironicly it was me looking so stupid
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| Then I, used to be, surrounded by your arms…
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| And now I feel and I wonder where’s that fire
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| No, I wish go to these days, to that fire, go
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| By the streets of my city
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| Now I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go
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| By the streets of my city, how I wish, how I wish
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| Then I, used to be, surrounded by your arms…
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| No, I wish go to these days, to that fire, go
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| By the streets of my city
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| Now I wish, go to these days, to that fire, go
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| By the streets of my city, how I wish, how I wish |