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City life, raining on the streetI'd crawl back home if I knew she was asleepThe way we were, that soft and perfect kissSummer ends and it comes down to this Marianne, we're in the blizzard nowWe're the dream and fate's trying to be the plowYou got to fight with all the light in your skullWe've come too far to lay down by the side of the road August 1, my head is full of junkYou see in time the cruel pollution comesShe didn't cry until I opened up my mouthWe're headed north but my God this feels southMy God this feels south I miss your smile, I miss the way you'd moveBefore all this, before so much to loseMy eyes aglow and on the fire escapeWhy's it get so quiet when there's so much to say? I want that feel like a plane when it arrivesWhere at the gate family waits with quiet smilesAnd all is pure with a bright sense of reliefI can trust you love if you can trust meIf you can trust me From Letras Mania