Twisted fates
Birds sing
Grass is green
The air smells of new springtime spice
Soft rains
Come at night
It's nice to live in paradise
Air's pure
Water's clear
Then at last New York City calls
Fast train
First class cruise
All while the Eiffel Tower falls
Courts rule
Crimes set forth
And then they prove one is insane
Get caught
No escape
Hung on the wall, wrapped in chain
Souls lost
Spirits gone
Life itself becomes forlorn
Stumble once
Rise again
And in the end, one is reborn
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