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


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Wilderness of streets

The useless drag of this day
Brings a full grown man to weep

The silence of his yesterdays
Carries him slowly down asleep

That's when I need to flee
That's when I have to hide in my sleep
That's when I need to flee
That's when I have to hide in my sleep

A mother carries a baby
Through the wilderness of streets
The leaving of her childhood
All ships are burned, no dreams

That's when I need to flee
That's when I have to hide in my dreams
That's when I need to flee
That's when I have to hide in my dreams

A boy grows up behind the gates
Full with unfulfilled dreams
A bullit strikes his head and he
Passes the gateway to be free

That's what I needed to see
That's what I needed to become me
That's what I needed to see
That's what I needed to become me, become me.