This city

I think I could grow to love this place

With all its colours and all its grey walls

I could grow in this place

Grow beyond any confinement of dusty halls.

I like the way the smoke from my mouth

Rises above my head into the sky

And I look to this circle of friends

And one by one my fears seem to die

I could grow beyond myself

So much to live ou...

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