When the sun hits roofs
Tables are crowded with laugh
I don’t see it but it’s changing
Somewhere we belong
In the late nights roads are not the same
Highway turn path
Feeling the ground
Seeking for more
Same place different names
Summer last longer than the sad winters
Bands are playing
Did you see that coming ?
Different politics
Different bricks
Different governments
Different monuments
Different food
Different supply
Different neighborhoods
Different goodbye
In that city, something’s happening
I am not pilgrim anymore
I know the way to the drug store
east shore, west shore where my friend lives
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