sometimes the music in my head is so loud that i can't even hear my own thoughts.
but the times i can i hear them tell me about places i have never been.
and you know some people are so damn rude but still i liked the food on the 57th street.
so send me to destinations which might even fear one, send me like a postcard with lots of stamp on it.
make me fly over the atlantic way too many times so i can kill the urge to go and be happy with staying.
and you know they dropped like flies from the sky even on the day i was born,
but still send me anyway, i will go without questioning.
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