Looking out of my window
The bright lights are out of order
Just the loneliness is my friend
The cars lanterns are blinding me
On the far horizon I can see
The sun going out
Letting the darkness of night
Fill the night without stars
The shining points are all backdoor
Nothings outside, nothings in
Behind a wall of murky bricks
Nothings left, nothing within
And then I ask to myself
What I am doing here
I was supposed to be at home
Being just right and always near
The city lights are getting turned off
But I'm still walking around
I couldn't sleep, I couldn't dream
This unceasing feeling is destroying me
And then I ask to myself
What should I do?
Follow the rules, or break them all
I wanna do only what I have in mind
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