I saw three pictures on a wall

They made me feel like I was lost inside a wall-less maze

In a dampened haze

In a motionless ravine

I stood beside a sculpture's soul

Soft denims made me feel at home

In wild and calm retreat

Silk blankets made of stone or made of sheet

Oh, when the pigment of your instinct fades

Then you'd better wash the past away

You'll revive yourself in a short while

If you just smile

Lately, I found

I'm lost in the crowd

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Morning after

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Hear the laughter

I read a message on the floor

Laid out like seashells on a shore

Those random couple words

Were enough to keep the interest of the crowds

There was a camera in the room

A voyeur left to catch the sleight of hand

That might just act

If a certain passerby just has the cheek

Oh, when the pigment of your instinct fades

Then you'd better wash the past away

You'll revive yourself in a short while

If you just smile

Lately, I found

I'm lost in the crowd

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Morning after

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Hear the laughter

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