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Tokyo Lights

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We are not siluets, 
we are above them all.
The red stripes in my head
keep running with no control.

And then the long street keeps
all the blue lights i am calling home,
forever banned for me
without coming and return.

I see the color blindness,
seeing sides of you.
Delighted with any moment
that i am stuck into.

I am far away from myself,
far away from you.
Tokyo lights i am searching
and i can't found my rule.

And every way around
i still can not find.
Cut off my everything
cut me off out of time.
And i can stick around
but i am out of flight.
Cut off my every movement,
cut off my entire life.

The rain keeps dropping all that
fading heroins.
Here on east everything is
very thin.

Keep inside my confusions,
they are wrongly shown.
Please notice my refusion,
my soul into unknown.

The sidewalks whispering words
frozen and reborn.
I am stepping forward into
watching my return.

Out of everything
out of space and time.
Out of our memories
out of our simple minds.

And every way around
i still can not find.
Cut off my everything
cut me off out of time.
And i can stick around
but i am out of flight.
Cut off my every movement
cut off my entire life.

Protected and embraced
under Tokyo lights.
Protected and embraced
under Tokyo lights.
Protected and embraced
under Tokyo lights...

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Dragan Bozilov

Wed 23rd Jan 2019 18:18

Thanks!

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