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Golden Leaves (With Noemi Smorra)

 

It keeps on raining on the streets

Then the mud just sticks all over me

Like the fog upon the city lights beneath

 

Shining on the golden leaves

Covering the paths on foot, I’m shaking

‘Cause everything just fades forsaking

 

Babe, you haven’t called me lately

And I haven’t felt you near me

I have to force myself to re-begin to paint my days with rainbows

You’re a part of my own world dear there’s no need to dream you, clearly

 

Persevering light through darkness

As the wind blows on my face, I’m frozen

My bare arms caress the spaces still unknown

 

Promising new inspiration

Hiding within my own provoking alibis

But they only tend to disappear again

 

Babe ! You haven’t called me lately

And I haven’t felt you breathing

I have to force myself to re-begin to paint my days with rainbows

You are part of my own world dear there’s no need to dream you, hear me

 

But I’ve only seen you rarely

And you’ve only touched me barely

I can only sleep straight through the nights or set them all on fire

You are part of my own world dear there’s no need to dream you, really

 

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