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The boulevard is bustling A vast and wrinkled muscling To pull over my eyes and I know I don't belong These is a noise inside of me That pulses asymmetrically Oh how am I to balance those sounds into a song Chorus: It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go The city's an analogy For things building inside of me There's chaos and there's discourse Still we move along But chaos sings of symmetry and all her words are poetry and that's the kind of city which I want to belong Chorus Letras de canciones Ohhh I think I feel I see Ohhh that this place is not me I want to belong to be wild and free Ohhh he who asks receives Chorus Chorus (Thanks to Monica for these lyrics) From Letras Mania