You wake up every day in a cold city,
a city too busy to notice your loneliness,
a city too busy to hear your story
You seek the warmth,
but even the change of seasons isn't warm enough
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And I scan a million faces every day on these busy streets,
Isn't it time to come home?
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so true..!!
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http://youtube.com/watch?v=waq9funFprY
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Sing this instead!
"You" - the reader
"I" - a lover, a parent, a friend, the country........
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