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- cifra   
 
   Didnt sleep last night 
 Couldnt calm down 
 The cold water running past my window 
 Kept me crying out 
    Give me sunlight 
 The good medicine 
 Its all part of the open pressures 
 Of growing up   
 Met a friend but then again 
 You could get around town like they do 
 Have shower then drive around 
 Looking out for Northfields Avenue   
 The journey's sour the fire is out 
 Love achieving sounds sell a heart of glue 
 Have a listen a dirty mind 
 Moving matters untold residue   
 Its all evolution's fault now 
 It's all down to echoes in the crowd