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Grey walls of cement
Metal sound diffusers
Cold breeze surrounds the building
There were people sit
On army green industrial chairs
Talking heads
Food steps, doors closing
Daylight hits the cold walls

I see myself walking
Through those
Empty
Big halls
In silence
Seeking for a place to study

Big windows
Rubber soles squeaking
Chattering sounds echoing around
Girls laughing
Standing with there suitcases
A man looking outside
Young teenagers smoking on a bench
Sun reflections light up the staircase

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On the top of this mountain
around 5 during the day
Sun setting
Quiet surroundings

Sounds of wind going through the trees
Clear sky's and nature's melodies
Melting ice in my dry hand
Trees between thick clouds of snow

footsteps
A man with skies in his hand
Walking all alone in to the wilderness
I sit here letting time go

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Contrast as Interchangeable (Patchwork)

Having to do this music performance
I miss judged my time
Time, time, time
Thinking of that song by pink floyd
When will i once be on time
It's like a never ending story
A story i can see, but should probably
change
Seeing my dad later today
Going for the same old coffee place
He gets these big latte's
Just looks like milk
My needs to get this first drip of coffee

Going to the market after, checking my bike, it makes this crazy rattling noise
Anyway this market is the place my father walks around every day finding random stuff

Busy streets, crossing the bridge that normally is open
City, rush, everybody with their busy life's waiting for that open bridge
Trams, cars and bikes around me
No place of real rest
Thank god I'm going away this weekend, Belgium it is
A family weekend, it's like this fancy family portret
Big house, catering and so
Kind of cheesy but feel like it now

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Contrast as Accumulation

Mijn schoen
ingelopen en wel
hier op de 9 straatjes
Drukte, de geur van leer
de eerste keer toen ik hem zag
een schoen met een stevig uiterlijk
de schoen met gouden gesp
Veter loos en teer
Zo strak, houd alles bij elkaar
En nee ze doen niet zeer
De verkoper, een vrouw met mooi rood haar
verkocht de schoen goed

Verdronken in regen, en bier
Een spitse gladde neus en nu rimpelig
Poetsen poetsen poetsen
Stevig in mijn schoenen
Mijn schoenen
Nog net niet versleten
nooit te vergeten

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(Contrast as Spiral)

The people make themselves worry
For things to come
Pressure grabs them with both hands
Looking at their phones
People succeeding and doing fun stuff

I try not to compare
I don't like to measure

I see myself wondering around
Trying to live on the moment
Walking through these rushing streets
Dreaming away like a lost tourist

And now I'm comparing

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I’m not a thinker

I guess just a drinker

Just poor me that glass

Not thinking of class

Yes that’s where we should go

Just in that some flow

Like always

Drinking till sundays

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Give me something to think about

A goal to work for

Someone to take out

Something to love

Love without ending

Diving in the deep

Taking time to make shure

That love will find you

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Cycling through the city's streets

Waking up by night

just had my breakfast

Few hours of sleep

God by my side

Keeps it together

I’ll find you somewhere

My timing isn't always great

You get in my mind

Finding that confirmation

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I would push you of the bridges

And get rid of all you bitches

Drunk tourists in front of me

while i'm speeding on my bike

shops closing down

For all you screaming tourist

Stuffing yourself with them waffles

Just like pigs in town

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I always thought i'd see myself in you.
the same interest gets me going
going to the same places
and seeing all my friends

He walks down at the market
Meeting people
finding stuff i get
Liked by everyone

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Her eyes though
catch me from behind
makes me want to try
There were it could be more

Slow it down
not expecting much
Just cant explain why
You aim for that touch