| Here I am alone in this empty room
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| No sign of living here
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| I hear the muffled conversation, of the neighbor, through the wall
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| A strand of light hangs on the window
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| But I can’t help myself, I’m in love with this isolation
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| The city shimmers, our life the low hum
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| And all that glitters may be gone
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| And the sun walks in the sky light,
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| in the spaces, when it starts
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| Raining in and slowly the low hum
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| The low hum
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| Like a tourist in some strange hotel,
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| No time for worrying, my little safety, so I will live.
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| Here I am alone in this empty room
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| No sign of living here
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| I’ll be making conversation, in the spaces, singing low (?)
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| A strand of light hangs on the window
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| But I can’t help myself, I’m in love with this isolation. |