Elevator buttons and morning air,
Strangers silence makes me want to take the stairs,
If anda were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares,
But right now,
My time is theirs.
Seems like there's always
Someone who disapproves,
They'll judge it like they know about me and you,
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,
The jury's out,
And my choice is you.
So don't anda worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine,
And life makes Cinta look hard,
The stakes are high,
The waters rough,
But this Cinta is ours,
You never know what people have up their sleeves,
Ghosts from your...
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