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City Blues
Silence sings my chorus.
Come-hither, it is gorgeous.
Its just...
in my city,
I feel like a tourist.
Tell me to unpack my baggage.
I'll give you letters in English.
Because you give me love in another language.
I like it
when they
kiss...
on the movie screens.
I get excited.
In a way,
it
captures my mood in my dreams.
I go to sleep knowing you come...
to comfort me.
Sadly though,
I awake...
out of your company.
Wish I would've drew two hearts;
over the fog in that taxi car.
In that one place...
underneath that day star.
Silence sings my chorus.
Come-hither, it is gorgeous.
Its just...
in my city,
I feel like a tourist.
Tell me to unpack my baggage.
I'll give you letters in English.
Because you give me love in another language.
Careless whispers in wind blow,
in freedom.
I don't look out at memories in that window;
but I feel the cold of the season.
From a house that you see,
on your way to work,
when you pass by;
there
I left you and me.
I wrote you good bye;
too hurt to try,
you wrote me poetry.
What I would give,
to catch you a dove.
Just be ready to live, laugh, love.
Silence sings my chorus.
Come-hither, it is gorgeous.
Its just...
in my city,
I feel like a tourist.
Tell me to unpack my baggage.
I'll give you letters in English.
Because you give me love in another language.
