I wake up exhausted; it's not morning.
It's back to sleep to re-dream me.
We're alone and we're happy
But there you are, angry with me.
Are you alright? I can stand up straight.
Are you alright? Can you get me off your mind?
I hated this city before you came here,
So let go and move on.
We're strangers; we're not friends
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For real?
Let's do it.
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