LOS ANGELES

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The sun is rising slowly
From behind the hills
At the moment you wake up
The day begins

You wish the streets were empty
So you could hear your thoughts
But instead, they are crowded
Yet you feel alone

The city of dreamers
Where everyone wants
To have a perfect life
So they sell their souls

At the end of the day
Everyone is alone
Fighting their own demons
Behind the closed doors

When you are by yourself
At the end of the day
All your fears are gone
And you are dreaming again

The moon is shining bright
But no one is asleep
In the land full of people
Who follow their dreams

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