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I can turn a corner, and you’re already there.
I’m watchin you from afar, but you’re so so close.
Drums in my head, light, whistling past my eyes.
Eclectic people, standing shoulder to shoulder,
I turn a corner, and you’re already there.
How did you find me, I turn to despair,
Changing lanes, rain drops pitter patter
Another language, chitter chatter.
Need my solace. Need some blank empty space.
I turn a corner. I see your face.
I give in. Come to me.
You come, invited now. The sun has shone.
I turn a corner. And now you’re gone.