Mita Diran Biography

Tilt your head up way up high
See how there's no birds in the sky
The perfect day to bid you goodbye
See how this old canvas paints a vain picture to look at
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If given the chance, then I'd want more
Gimme that pure fat chance
To pocket, to keep
I'd want that talent to play
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Today's one of those days, where I wish I lived in a world where no lines bind a nation, and this planet is one giant park where we could roll down the slopes of China and land in the banks of Cuba.

It's one of those days when you just want to stay at home and be out there at the same time, half in, half out. Like I'm sitting on the edge of my veranda, curled against the softest pillow and my nervous legs are stretched, long enough to soak up the rays of the unyielding sun.
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(Misunderstanding)

It's amazing how foolish young folks can be; young folks like she, heaving high hopes upon her shoulders, never minding how hot that Summer was, never minding those beads of sweat rolling down her neck.
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We fold our clothes and hold our calls
We pack our things in instrument cases
So we could sing with our guitars
A song that's tinted with forgotten faces
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