Sometime you lead me out, though I'd rather stay.
Home is really nice each season of the year.
But from the second floor you can't hear the people talk.
And as we don't talk much, I let you take me out.
Maybe we don't talk much, but we hear the same talks
and share the same smirk of those, who know a lot.
Downtown swaggers stroll, rambling twisted pavements.
And as we don't talk much, I let you take me out.
Not talking at all, sitting in the shadows.
Downtown swaggers stroll on pavements so narrow,
that all we can do is to silently ridicule.
Sharing a smirk as together we lurk.
We don't talk much, but at least you make me smile.
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