We can’t be here
While going nowhere
Chasing a mirage
In a concrete oasis.
Walking on a thin ice
With the misty eyes
Ire roars, passion heats
Miracles are imageries
Angels are too high above
We don’t want to be here.
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We can’t be here
While going nowhere
Chasing a mirage
In a concrete oasis.
Walking on a thin ice
With the misty eyes
Ire roars, passion heats
Miracles are imageries
Angels are too high above
We don’t want to be here.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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