人這種動物 近看原本是傷痕累累的牆
我們總試圖漆上油彩
I smile when I am anrgy
I cheat and I lie
can't seem to loose the grip on the past
my love
hold on, hold on tight
moving cross the borders
one day not anyone else but you will set yourself free
City talks
City talks behind my back
oh you'd better stop your talking before I turn
City streets, they are long
When you're sick and tired of walking on your own
I have stones in my pocket put them down on the road
So I'll find a way to come back to my home
Don't know when I'll return
Oh I'd rather stop talking or coming back
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