Walking… Forgetting… What is control?
My rocks has climbed to the mountain
They have showed me the city lights
Long braids smiling
Blind they go without going
Burning hearts shining they survive
In front of walls they cry...
I don't have it but my nails can feel it
When my shoes take a rest under my bed
Oh honey the city is tired of hear your wailings
Can something be true?
Walking… Forgetting… What is control?
My rocks has climbed to the mountain
They have showed me the city lights
Long braids smiling
Burning hearts shining they survive
In front of walls they cry
I don't have it but my nails can feel it
When my shoes take a rest under my bed
Oh honey the city is tired of hear your wailings
Can something be true?

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