This town

I don’t want to live no longer in this town
This town with cars and bicycles and I don’t know how
Whatever brings the people here around
With or without a noise, without a sound

I want to run, I want to fly
I want to see the blue blue sky
I want to dance, I want to sing
Without those bricks, without that bling
I want to smile, I want to scream
To see the green, like in a dream
I want to smell the fresh clean air
Without the smoke, without the flair

I want to go, without a turn
I want to see, I want to learn
I want to make my life myself
Without those eyes in a big shelf
I want to sit, to feel the peace
To hear the silence, all at eace
I want to be whom I am
Without the chance to get a slam

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