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The boulevard is bustling
A vast and wrinkled muslin
Is all over my eyes
and I know I dont belong
There is a noise inside of me
That bustles asymmetrically
Oh how have I to balance
Those sounds into a song
Its time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
it takes courage and control
but you start by letting go
The citys an analogy
For things building inside of me
This chaos and this discourse
Still we move along
The chaos hangs of symmetry
and all her words of poetry
and thats the kind of city
which I want to belong
Its time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
but you start by letting go
All I think, I feel, I see
All that this place is not me
I want to be alone, but be wild and free
Oh he who asks receives
Its time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
but you start by letting go