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I leave this city often but only partially Like a book left open again Up too early, eyes wide open Staring at patterns in the ceiling, unfamiliar with where I am Somewhere I am on the phone trying to connect here to there and back again A voice that feels so distant, that feels uncertain It’s the time of the year The season, it reminds me of where I was this time last year I abandoned a reason to stay here then a curtain fell right in front of me Somewhere I am on the phone trying to connect here to there and back again A voice that feels so distant, that feels uncertain And we learn to leave, to see the world more promising It serves perfectly, it proves it’s point that love is still mystery My eyes are open From Letras Mania