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In this concrete jungle where I lie awake and my breathing matches my heartbeats, the percussion to my symphony, my symphony. And the traffic signs my song, if I knew the words I would sing along but I cant sing that loud, cant sing that high. These white washed walls extending to the heavens and above, I swear your eyes are all I need to keep me wandering it seems. These white washed walls, these white washed walls. Ill make these rights and lefts, you were right to leave, you didn't write when you left. I knew right when you left that you'd be back some day. When your hearts sailed off to the sunny California shores I knew right then a second chance was born. Street lights, city signs, the cars they go and fall in line, a little white pill you never knew before. Something about the way you look tonight like your bleeding all your life out on the floor. These white washed walls extending to the heavens and above, I swear your eyes are all I need to keep me wandering it seems. These white washed walls, these white washed walls. I swear to god theres something more to drop before we crash. Its too much to carry, too much to drop before we crash [repeat]
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