To the child that wandered off to find the new city, the sunrise
I will find you
I was once a city named girl
I was an orphan and trouble followed me like dogs down a street
Everyone told me the price of love was to be brave, to bear the pain, to feel
But the price was too high for me
So I waited outside on the steps
I waited all night
Music drifted through the air
Through my dreams
I dreamt that I was king
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