You walk into rooms
Like a child with a balloon
Yeah you walk into rooms
Like a child with a balloon

I am dumbinance
I know not consequence
I feel no penitence
I am a supplicant

The watchful eyes
Of all the sad angles
Like the wide open lens
Of widows and orphans

I learned to live
With my debts
Like I learned to live
Without regrets

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Writer(s): Sohrab Habibion