Filter through the background noise, a female cries alone in a crowd. Time is a precious tedium, while alone in a crowd. The curious girl is invisible once more, alone in a crowd. Too proud to raise her dark glasses, forever alone in a crowd.
The majesty; her crown. My fair lady; her frown. I am a clown for being able to lift neither. Unable to turn this predicament around.
Strange words didn't register with strange eyes and ears, you left too soon you could have stuck around, time was on our side but you simply struck time out. Clocks and chaos: I will never be so careless.
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