Tourist (?)

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SOMETIMES

(Sometimes) I act like a tourist in the city which gave me birth
Lost and unexposed... a nomad
Wandering on the streets
Looking for a charm to catch my eye
So I can get obsessed with it and I wish to see it again
And again and again...
Until it no longer catches my eye
Until I can no longer seize its shine
So I move on...
In search of a new charm to enlighten my soul
Sometimes... I act like a tourist in the city which gave me birth 
Wandering on the streets
Looking for a new charm to catch my eye.

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