One day we were busking
down in the central tunnel
People were
When you speak,
I feel the colour of my smile
Shifting like
Someone stole the easy words
away from me and you
Stripped us
Took me on a trip
dropped me off in Amsterdam
Told me
A shining path that stretches on into the distance
We all
My young love said to me
“My mother won’t mind
and my
Acoustic music take’s me real deep
when I’m havin’ alotta problems
I
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