White Walls - Kowloon Walled City

You wear it like a prize

So many plates in the air

When the calls come down, your worry takes root

But you can’t say no

The white walls feel fine

Quietly let the stories grow to the ground

How’d you get so far, and how’d you get so far from home

White walls feel right

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One hand left, one cut to shreds

Stay seated, stay tense

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