with baloons in the trees
like memories in my thoughts
throw a wep all over me

and i exactly feel
like the bottles all around
and i blow circles in the air

i know that i run away
a swear it's the last time
i won't pretend anything
and sometimes i blurt it out

i try so hard
to get you off my mind
and i'm not in love
and i nearly believe it

desguise myself again
slip in the streets
the city's a party

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