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• Artiste: Pick An Exit
• Titre: Blueprints
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I saw my future on a New York City street. Surrounded by songs of loneliness and lies, the cold contrasts your eyes. Nothing could have made me believe That the way your freckles can't collide, Is a constellation guiding me to a place I could call mine. Baby, please let me connect the dots, Along your fae to see this shape. A collage, a mirage, The blueprints of your cheeks are building me a home. And I am the Earth and you are my moon, And although you're sometimes out of sight, you're never out of mind. And if seeing is believing, and all I see is you. Then why can't you just believe a little, Why can't you just believe a little too? Please dont' give up on my just yet. I don't have anywhere to stay And they say that home is where the heart is anyway. My collage, my mirage, The blueprints of your cheeks were building me a home.