I guess it's true i'm never going
to find someone like you
you'll never pop out of my mind
and all your dreams are made of ink
i walk the streets but i am sick
i'm looking for some eyes like yours
that can shoot blood into my head
that makes me blush and forces me to say
baby, let's make this city ours
no one will care about empty bars
and no complains about the weather
shine out, fair sun
let's find a boulevard
with little shops and ragged cloths
whores on the doorstep on their call
and somber men who offer more
and if it's late and fingers rhyme
we can hold hands and say goodbye
i'm not afraid to fall in love
but i see my shadow as i go
baby, let's make this city ours
no one will care about empty bars
and no complains about the weather
shine out, fair sun

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