This city never sleeps, that is what they all say. I'm a cloud drifting by, you said things would never change. Look who's digging their own grave, daydreamer, oh if you could see me now. Time it took us to where the water was, dripping tears from the sky, sitting on the sea. You won't be around forever girl, soaking up the sun. You cool your bed-warm hands down but sometimes they get rearranged. You gotta grab life with both hands. The birds they sang, on the broken radiator. I hear the people walk by when it's late, the break of day.
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