Looking around the street, trying to catch your sight,
Beneath the frozen wind, under the scalding light.
I don't know where I am and when I fell asleep
Or if it's not a dream, the game called hide and seek.
That night will frost my heart, I know that thing for sure.
To search for one around is that my curse or cure?
For every breath of air, for each pronounced word
I'm falling much more deep inside the bowels of world.
Looking for you
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