Traces  
Two sisters  
Two women  
When New York  
became too small  
Wild goose  
Wilderness of  
streets  
You're not alone  


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When New York became too small

We left the country side
To play this life together
When times got tight
And New York became to small

When you left our house
To be on your own again
Struggle in life
Just to find yourself

No one but you again, and again
Speak to yourself again

Alone I am
Stonecold is my heart
Pieces of lost memories
(Beautiful pigeons in the park)

So strange I am
Thinkin' 'bout
The good times we had
(Poisoning pigeons in our hearts)

I leave the park alone
Stucked with myself again
'till I find a chance
To ease my thoughts to you

Of being with you again, and again
Leaving me here again