People call me crazy, a mad woman
and I tell them that how my mind takes me to different places and washes me in different cultures
and I tell them that how my mind takes me to different places and washes me in different cultures
around different people
Somewhere I am laying underneath the dark starry skies
where all of me is consumed by the mystical moist air
somewhere I am waiting for trains
for people
for rains Somewhere I'm dancing in a silk slit gown for a lover and somewhere I'm singing songs of woman hood,
somewhere I'm a misunderstood woman walking out of a cheap pub and somewhere I'm puffing cigars with whores, listening to their melancholic stories
It's hard to stay in one place when my heart jumps to reach for infinite
for people
for rains Somewhere I'm dancing in a silk slit gown for a lover and somewhere I'm singing songs of woman hood,
somewhere I'm a misunderstood woman walking out of a cheap pub and somewhere I'm puffing cigars with whores, listening to their melancholic stories
It's hard to stay in one place when my heart jumps to reach for infinite
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