Every boring night
I don't feel so right
Watch the deeply sky
Which star is mine?
(my mind is out of control)
I can't stay here alone
When everyone is gone
If you tell me so
Stay here is so wrong
So I take my telephone
Yeah, I push the buttons
Yeah, when Lennon is answers
Now, we're in the second world
We talk!
No more...We beating the fault
No others...We shaking the world
No sure...We're on the road!
We talk!
Birds come back home.
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