Sitting looking at a map
smoking a butt
drinking some wine

My eyes go that one place
I want to be
It's not Paris
Or Rome

It's where my life is
Or more, where I hope it will be

But it's not all up to me
there's other faces to consider
If my life will be a part of theirs

I hope
That's all I can do

My life is no longer my own
When I want to spend it with

Who I can't get out of my mind.

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