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World From Here

This song is by Vic Anselmo.

On this rainy day
Drops came down and washed away
The smile I wear to hide away the truth

Backyard novelty
Running from the poverty,
We hide ourselves away in secret rooms

How does it come that I open my eyes?

World from here
Becomes much clearer

Into deep I creep
Pulling out another brick
The mystery awaits behind the door

Scratched walls and floors
We are not to choose our homes
It's cold outside and I won't find my sleep

One by another my leaves fade away

World from here
Becomes much clearer

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