I left the city behind with my broken heart
with those empty whiskey bottles
with my bed with wrinkles from sleepless nights
Again here im, stranded in a sleepless night
in another big city with thoughts of life and death
suddenly she pops out of thin air
and say hello when i am so hollow
we chatter and chatter like morning birds on electric wires
and i stumble upon her sweet little photograph
with her tongue out and i say “you look beautiful”
and she says “dont flatter me ”
and we go on with the lady from south next to me
questioning to me like i was a prisoner of war
but who cares, the dawn is here we have day long ahead of us
we have a life ahead to chatter and swallow what life is
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