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ExileIt is the grey air here, I inhale Yellow leaves painting my eyesExile
A tiny wound of pain on my hand My guitar on my shoulder, rhythms on my mind
Cold streets, stranger eyes My heart is away, thousands of miles far
Closing my eyes, having a hopeless prayer at night "may tomorrow be my happy day, please! My god"
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