Young, she's building the world from fragments, She's searching, searching for a face…

Young, she's building the world from fragments
She's searching, searching for a face that doesn't exist
The torment of dreams
She knows you should have been with her long ago
The kind you wanted long ago
She's waiting for your yes or no
The torment of words
She knows you should have been with her long ago
Queen of white sneakers
What more could you want
Since morning, she's guarding the phone
What if it’s him
Despair with hope
She doesn’t go out all day
Young, she's building the world from fragments
She's searching, searching for a face that doesn't exist
The torment of dreams
She knows you should have been with her long ago
Try to find her
At familiar addresses, don't ask people
Try to find her
She's hidden within herself, hidden from you
Queen of white sneakers
What more could you want
In her eyes is a familiar video
Where he appears
Despair with hope
She doesn’t go out all day
Try to find her
At familiar addresses, you won't get new ones
Try to find her
Run in white sneakers through mud, in the snow
Try to find her
A kingdom for tenderness, don't ask people
Try to find her
She's hidden within herself, hidden within herself
Try to find her
At familiar addresses, you won't get new ones
Try to find her
Run in white sneakers through mud, in the snow....

poorly drawn, sketch, score_4, score_5, score_6, simple background, censored, lowres, low detail, blurry, watercolor,  muscular female, bad anatomy, bad proportions, deformed, deformed anatomy, deformed fingers,

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