Realign all the stars above my head

Warning signs travel far

I drink instead on my own

Oh! how I've known the battle scars and worn out beds

Gentle now a tender breeze blows

Whispers through a Gran Torino

Whistling another tired song

Engines humm and bitter dreams grow

Heart locked in a Gran Torino

It beats a lonely rhythm all night long

These streets are old

They shine with the things I've known

And breaks through the trees

Their sparkling

Your world is nothing more than all the tiny things you've left behind...

So tenderly your story is

Nothing more than what you see

Or what you've done or will become

Standing strong do you belong in your skin

Just wondering

May I be so bold and stay

I need someone to hold

That shudders my skin

Their sparkling

Your world is nothing more than all the tiny things you've left behind...

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