I've been roaming around; I was looking down at all I see. Painted faces fill the places I can't reach. You know that I could use somebody, someone like you and all you know and how you speak. Countless lovers, undercover of the streets. You know that I could use somebody. Off in the night while you live it up, I'm off to sleep, waging wars to shape the poet and the beat. I hope it's going to make you notice someone like me.
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