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That Boy Is a City
That boy is a city that I love to visit with my fingers
That boy, a city that I love to leave traces through
A model city, a model city
That boy is a city where I love to let my heart take a stroll
That boy, a city, serene capital of my kisses
A model city, a model city
No place, none, has has this effect on me
No place except that boy
No place, none
Has had this effect on me
No place except that boy
I got tired of new cities
Where I was just passing through
But that mysterious one that I love
It's the boy that I dreamed of
An ancient beauty, an ancient beauty
I rush towards his voice
I run until I lose my sense of sound and sight
Towards his voice I rush, I run
Time stands still in this grand avenue
In this grand avenue
No place, none, has has this effect on me
No place except that boy
No place, none
Has had this effect on me
No place except that boy
At his fountains, I drink, I drink
I drink so much that I get drunk from it
At these springs I drink, I drink
so much that I get drunk from it
and I feel myself come alive again
and I feel myself come alive again
This boy is a city that I love,
that I love
mrobdc✕
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